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Nia Ch. 01

By: beachbum1958



Many thanks to Mriceman1964 for his help and valuable editorial assistance in putting this story together!

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When I was 2 years old, my father married Anh, a lovely, tiny little Vietnamese lady. I always thought she was my mother, or at least until I was old enough to work out that she couldn't possibly be. I still called her mum, though, because in every way I needed her to be, she was my mum. I had a sister, or rather a half-sister, Nguye't, which means 'moon', I think, but we all called her Nia, and dad sometimes called her 'nugget', telling her she was his precious little golden moon. Mum usually called me Huyn'h, which means 'Older Brother' although it sounds like someone sneezing in a distant room, instead of my given name, James or Jamie. Nia usually called me anything she could think of if she thought it would annoy me. 

We lived in South London, not far off the South Circular Road, that traffic nightmare that girdles South London like a ligature, and dad would curse it every evening after negotiating it for several hours. Mum would, quite reasonably, ask him why he didn't just get a bus to Streatham and get the train into Central London, but dad was convinced that if he left his designated parking space at work unoccupied it would be given to someone else, and apparently status in his company was measured by whether or not you had your own parking space, and how close it was to the CEO's parking space. It took me years to understand this; I used to wonder what happened to his parking space when he was on holiday, did they chain it up, or something? All very baffling. In the meantime, he'd come in every evening, exhausted, road-raged to the max, huffing about the London traffic planners, London buses, congestion, the people who play silly-buggers with the timing of the traffic lights in London, bus lanes, in fact, everything. We all learned to stop listening, or at least parallel-process, so we could drop-in reasonably apt comments in the spaces in the rant where one was called-for, while simultaneously watching TV, without actually paying the blindest bit of notice to what he was saying. After the requisite time ranting, dad would go off and sit in the greenhouse, talk to his geranium cuttings or secretly drink, or whatever it was he did in there, and reappear in time for dinner, usually in a good mood.

When he reappeared, he would be besieged by one or the other of us, needing help with our homework. Dad's approach to homework was simple. "You should have learned this in school, what do the taxpayers pay teachers for, if we have to teach our kids at home at the end of the school day?" Not helpful. But when he was in a really good mood, he could be great fun. 

He once boiled the last 1,000 years of English history down as follows. "All you need to know about English history is the following; for the last 1,000 years, English history has consisted of us annoying the French, beating-up the French, annoying the French while simultaneously beating them up, or watching and needling as the French beat themselves up. If you want a definition of how to lose a war, look up the word 'French' in any dictionary. Norman Schwarzkopf once said 'Going to war without the French is like going hunting without your accordion' – says it all, really!"

His attitude to mathematics was the same. "Have you ever seen a logarithm crawl out from under a chair, or bitten into a tangent? Or swung on a trapezium lately? No? That's because they don't exist. I refuse to be lectured on imaginary arithmetic by some Greek standing on a hillside 3,000 years ago dressed only in his underpants, and so should you!"

I dutifully wrote all this down, and then mum had to come to the school and pacify the headmaster, the mathematics teacher, the history teacher, and the history teacher's French wife. The head gave her some parting advice. 

"Mrs. Morrison, please ask your husband not to help Jamie or Nia with their homework in future; his definitions may be very nearly right, but he's damaging their chances of passing their SAT's, so please, I beg you, keep him away from their homework!" 

I think dad was secretly a subversive, with anarchic tendencies, which is quite a stretch for a security manager in a huge American bank...

When she was young, Nia would take in all of dad's pronouncements with wide-eyed acceptance, but at quite an early age she picked up on the fact that he may just be feeding her a line, playing her as straight-man for his latest stooge-gag, and she developed the habit of checking with mum when dad gave her some facts, sincerity blazing in his eyes; little Nia's eyes would flick over to mum, and a tiny nod or headshake would be all she had to give for Nia to either buy it or back away and ask mum when dad had left the room. 

She was a pretty little girl, fair skinned, with definite Anglo features, but with a nice mix of mum's finely sculpted ivory-figurine features too, so no mistaking her heritage, with her long, straight, jet black hair and slanted almond eyes, bright blue, like dad's and mine. When she was born, Mum had asked me to help her look after Nia, as I was her older brother now, and it was my job to watch over her. Nia had picked-up early on the fact that I was incapable of saying no to her, and used it to browbeat me into doing anything she didn't want or couldn't be bothered to do, and dad was no help, he just said "Jamie old son, you walked into that one eyes wide shut. Serves you right, next time I suggest you look before you step in the cacky!"

Still, I had to admit, being Nia's personal slave and chief bottle washer had its rewards. When she wanted to be, she could be absolutely adorable, and she was a very nice kid when she forgot she was a miniature fiend in human form. When I eventually moved to secondary school, at age 11, I felt a definite pang. My routine at primary school had been to wait for Nia until she'd finished her last class, then get laden down with all her stuff, projects, school bags, sports bags, welding equipment, bowling ball and spare sink, and schlep it all home for her like a good little Sherpa, while she would be off buying vast, clinically damaging quantities of sweets from her seemingly inexhaustible supply of pocket money.

Moving schools meant I'd only ever see her in the early evening, as I finished later, then would have to get two buses, so instead of getting home at about 3:45 pm, it would be nearer 6 o'clock before I got home, or later, if the buses were playing-up, just in time to say goodnight to her; her bedtime was 6:30 pm, even though she was 8 years old; mum and dad were a little old-fashioned about children and their bedtimes. The first day at my new school was traumatic enough without this sudden hole at the end of it, where I should be walking Nia home, and suddenly I wasn't. It was a funny feeling, and not in a good way – I realised I actually missed the little swamp-donkey, missed her flaunting all her spending money, the sweets she'd bought, or, if her flying monkeys had slaughtered some munchkins in the next village and put her in a good mood, her prattling on about her day.

When I got home, mum sensed I'd had a mixed day, and sat me down, hugged me, asked about my day, and gave me a bowl of home-made mango ice cream as a reward for not imploding. As I was telling her all about the school, the sheer number of people there, she said "Nguye't miss you today all day, she was crying for you."

I looked at mum in disbelief. "No, really? Why? I was going to throw a broomstick gag in there, but I saw mum was serious, looked sad. "She is still only little girl, Huyn'h," she said, in her careful English, "and she miss having older brother there in case she need him. You go and see her; she ask for you especially to come see her when you get in." As I am constitutionally incapable of refusing mum anything, I went and knocked on Nia's door, went in. 

"Nia, it's me, are you OK?"

"Jamie? JAMIE!!" and a little body hit me amidships, Nia jumping up and down, holding on to me, her hair braided in a thick queue at the nape of her neck, her long nighty all the way down to the ground, looking cute and wholesome, like a character in a Disney cartoon.

"Jamie, I missed you, mummy took me to school and had to come and get me, I missed you all day, why did you have to go to another school, can I come there with you tomorrow, I MISSED YOU!!" 

I had to stop her and catch my breath, and I hadn't said a word yet.

"All right, demon-child, calm down!"I told her. "First off, get back in bed it's past your bedtime, and secondly, sorry, no you can't come to school with me, you have a school of your own, and you're not old enough to come to my school. You'll see me every night, though, before you go to bed, and at weekends, isn't that enough for you?"

She stared at me for a second, and started sniffling, then tears ran out of her eyes, and then her face rolled up and she really let rip with the crying. And it was real, Nia-in- distress crying, not her usual 'I want my own way' crying. What could I do, I'm a sucker for her when she does that, but I also knew the difference between when she really was sad and when she was being the manipulative little baggage that was her ground-state. 

She hugged on to me, crying like her pet dog had died, so much so that mum poked her head round the door to see what was going on, backed out when she saw me cradling the little girl while she sobbed, excessively so, I thought. I fished out a handkerchief from my pocket and tried to mop off her face, but I was fighting a losing battle between her eyes and her nose, which was chugging out truly amazing quantities of something truly nasty.

"SSSHHH Nia, it's alright, you'll see me every evening, you'll be OK, Monkey-girl, I promise!" I soothed her, once her crying had died down to hiccups, wondering at this sudden outburst of affection, and guided her back into bed, pulling up the bedclothes around her, before trying to leave.

"DON'T GO!" she shrieked, so I had to stop and sit on the bed and talk to her some more, tell her about my new school, all the boys there, how many people were at the school, while her eyes grew big. I ended up reading to her, 'The Worst Witch' or something like that, until she finally dozed off, then slipped out of her room, holding my bulging handkerchief at arm's length.

This became the pattern of my evenings. Come in, tuck Nia in if she was already in bed, answer her questions about my school, and read to her until she fell asleep. Some nights, though, she'd vary the routine. I'd wake up in the middle of the night, and she'd be there, rolled up next to me, fast asleep, so I'd go and get her duvet, cover her up, and go back to sleep; the one time I tried to take her back to her own room, she made such a fuss she woke the house, and mum had to put her in bed with her just to get her to go back to sleep. It got so I became used to feeling this little body scrunched up next to me in the middle of the night, and took to keeping a spare duvet in my room, to throw over her when she sneaked in. Nia had won, again, she'd got her own way, and I had to share my room with her. Like I said, manipulative little baggage.  

On weekends, though, she was almost tentative with me, never moving more than 6 feet or so away from wherever I was, one eye always cocked in my direction, never obviously trailing around after me, but always there; if I went to the bathroom, she'd be playing in the corridor outside when I came out, If I retreated to my room to read or watch TV, she'd find a thousand reasons to come in looking for something, or ask me a question or some other reason. She also became more touchy-feely, which weirded me out, as I usually took great pains to avoid having her sticky little paws on my clothes; usually whatever she had been eating was all over her hands, and now it would be all over me. The one time she leaned over to kiss me, I honestly thought she was going to bite me, going for the germ-warfare option, and I ducked backwards, causing her to fall over, start screaming, big family post mortem, why can't you be nice to your sister, she's only young, she only has you, etc, etc. Spoiled, conniving, manipulative little troll-spawn.

As she got older, the screaming for her own way tailed-off, and she actually became more tractable, easier to deal with. The sneaking into my room and sleeping next to me never stopped though, and it actually got to the point where I felt almost cheated if I woke up in the night and she wasn't there. When she began secondary school, at 11, like me, I fully expected this to stop; there was more scope for friends, new people, new subjects to study, so I was confident her life would stop intersecting with mine quite so much. It didn't stop, not at all.

I was 14 by then, and girls were definitely a subject of mucho interest, for me and all my friends, hell, my whole generation, so I was glad Nia was fully occupied with her own life, at last, and I could start hanging with my pals on weekends without Nia hovering in the background. I met a nice girl, Lisa Simons, sweet, cute, red hair, and we dated for a while. Dad just grinned, and said, in his own inimitable way "Behave yourself, you dirty little beast!" and mum was distressed that I was dating, she thought I was too young for entanglements, I was still just a little boy. Nia hated her, refused to speak to her, acknowledge her presence, or speak to me. Suited me fine. The chance of spending an evening in a dark cinema with a pretty girl, as opposed to spending it staring at Nia and her captive-troll expression, what do you think I fancied more? 

And then, one afternoon I brought Lisa over, Nia saw her in the house, and was rude and nasty to her. At last I blew my top.

"What the hell's your problem, Nia? All I'm doing is dating a girl, it's not against the law, why do you have to make it so difficult, she's only my girlfriend, for Chrissake!"

Nia reared right back.

"Why do you have to bring that...that girl to my house all the time, this is my house as well, and you're my brother, and you belong to me, not her!"I looked at her in shock. Was she really that freaked-out by me having a girlfriend? Why? Lisa left after that, and wouldn't see me anymore. Thanks, Nia.

Eventually, dad had to ask me what was going on with Nia and me. I confessed that I was baffled; she had her school friends, she had her own interests, she was in secondary school now, and I couldn't understand why she had been so hostile towards my girlfriend – she acted like she was jealous, even though I could only ever see Lisa on weekends, and her curfew had been 9pm, so what was the problem? If she wanted me around, she had me every evening plus all day Sunday. 

Dad thought about it for a while, then held forth.

"Jamie, she's had you dancing attendance on her all her life, whether you liked it or not, and she thinks, quite rightly, that you're getting too grown-up for her, school, and sports, and girlfriends and so on. Give her a chance to level off; she'll eventually accept that you're moving on from her to someone else. Just be patient with her, and try not to snap too much – she's still only young, so ignore it, it will go away." 

So, for the next four years, I manfully held my patience. Nia never accepted any of my girlfriends, never tried to be nice, or even polite, and I took to not bringing them over to the house any more, making her even more incensed that I was dating someone she had no chance of sniping at. I followed dad's advice and blithely ignored her artless little questions about whoever I was seeing at any given time, and it drove her bonkers. Other than that aspect of our lives together, we mostly got along just fine. Periodically, though, I would wake up and find her huddled against me, but thankfully, as her teen years progressed, this tailed-off and had stopped altogether by the time I left for university at 18. 

I was studying Environmental Geosciences at Bristol, as I wanted to work in the Oil industry, and I was living in halls in Clifton. My days were pretty full; the course didn't offer much latitude for spare time or socialising, which was pretty much what the Course Adviser at 6th Form College had told me, but I was enjoying myself. I didn't get much opportunity to go home; lectures were usually scheduled on Saturdays, and funds were limited; after paying my expenses, a trip back to London was usually out of the question. Even my summer was no break, spending it as I did mentoring and coaching A-Level mathematics to earn enough money to get a deposit for a flat-share for year 2. At the end of my first year, I had been home a grand total of zero times. I felt guilty, but dad was breezy and unconcerned about it; he understood from his own student days. Mum just used to weep down the phone at me, and Nia refused to talk to me at all.

My second year, I got a job in a supermarket, unloading the trucks, tough work, but it was nights, so it didn't cut into my classwork, and it enabled me to pay for an apartment-share in a student flats complex near the uni and feed myself. As it meant working weekends, plus my Saturday classes, again I couldn't get home at all reliably. Luckily, dad's bank had a regional office in Bristol, so he would come down every so often, pick me up and we'd have dinner, talk about the family, bring me mum's letters and any home news, advice or messages mum had. Nothing from Nia, though. I was saddened by this. Although we squabbled about any and everything, often fought like two cats in a sack, I did love the bone-headed little cave-troll, and I couldn't believe that she could be so offended by my going to uni as to cut me out completely. Dad was more pragmatic. 

"She's hurt by you going away; she thinks you deliberately left her, and she's offended that her brother, (who she owns, by the way!) could actually walk away from her, and leave her alone. Let her work it out for herself. She's a teenager, Jamie, she's having it tough enough right now, she'll find a way; in the meantime, get used to it!"

The third and last year was more difficult still; I had to spend part of the academic year working in industry, so I wangled a place with a geophysical exploration team, surveying the possible oil bearing strata off and around South Georgia, Elephant Island and the Falkland Islands, in the South Atlantic, 600km off the tip of Patagonia. It was a hard and arduous assignment, winter in the South Atlantic polar regions is rugged and treacherous, and we had to be protected by the Royal Navy picket ships as Argentina was claiming the area. We had several heated exchanges with Argentinian patrol boats until the Royal Navy boys unlimbered their 20mm Oerlikon cannons, at which point the Argentinians would remember pressing business elsewhere. 6 months of this, followed by 4 more months of analysing my findings, creating survey charts and drilling forecasts, estimating yields, and then writing the whole thing up as part of my Bachelors thesis, so a very hectic final year. I graduated with an Honours Degree in Environmental Geosciences, foregoing the graduation ceremony as I was eager to go home. I already had my degree and paperwork, and, as my sometime girlfriend/sex-partner/Friend with Benefits, Bev and I had finally broken it off permanently, I had no pressing need to remain. I left Bristol forever, glad to be finished, looking forward to a few weeks of lazing before I had to find a job; luckily I had some very good contacts from my months in the south Atlantic, so I'd contact them as soon as they were contactable. 

When I arrived home, mum was all tears and hugs, reaching up to touch the top of my head in wonder at my height, marvelling that she couldn't get her arms all the way around my waist anymore, fussing over me gratifyingly. There was no sign of Nia, which was crushing for me, a sharp pang echoing through me. Despite all our arguments and fights over the years, I still adored the malicious little goblin, although sometimes it was difficult to remember why! Dad was away at a security show in Birmingham, would be gone for a couple of days, so I had mum to myself, her wonderful cooking and warm presence. I was so glad to be home after 3 years, all that was missing now was the demon-child.


Nia Ch. 01



Mum filled me in on Nia. 

"She not do too well in her A-Levels, so she not going university this year. She want to re-sit in August, and start university at Easter, when she be 19. She want to study law at the London School of Economics, not move away from home, stay in London. Your father and I support her, we not want her off by herself in remote part of the country; she too young to be alone, need family nearby."

I asked mum where Nia was, she looked sad. "I ask her to be here, she say she will, but I not see her since morning. Maybe she come back soon, gone out with friends, I think."

I was feeling a little tired, so I asked mum if I could go and lie down, and she looked surprised. "Why you asking, Jamie, this your home, not need permission in own home! Your room is clean and ready for you, Nia tidy it for you, every week she tidy it for you!"

I raised an eyebrow at that, walked up to my room, and gasped. Nothing had been changed since the day I left, and I mean nothing. It was as though the room had been in a time-warp; even a handful of small change on the dresser was exactly where I'd spilled it, my books with their bookmarked pages still stacked on the ground next to the bed, my Sam Cooke CD still in the CD player, the case open on my dresser, my tennis racquet tossed carelessly on the bed where I'd left it, with a post-it note to Nia to use it as I wouldn't need it still stuck to the case, and my CD's all jumbled together on the corner of my wardrobe, again exactly where I'd left them; there were even the post-it notes with various notes-to-self still tacked to my desk. This was creepy; it was like a shrine to Jamie...

Felling very weird about this, I grabbed my clothes out of my case and dumped them in the laundry basket, shoving the case under the bed and peeling of my clothes, dumping them as well, and climbing into bed. The sheets and linens were all freshly laundered, so Nia must have stripped the bed, and re-made it exactly how I left it; that was slightly scary, I would need a talk with that girl. Thinking along those lines, I fell asleep, to dream of Nia when she was small, holding my hand as I walked her to school.

I woke with a start, checked my watch, discovered I'd been asleep for almost 3 hours.

"Finally, it stirs!" said a voice behind me. I spun around, and there was Nia, sitting on my study chair, grinning at me. But what a change! I'd last seen her as a surly, defensive 15 year old teen nightmare; lip always ready to curl in derision, eyes sullen and flat, hostility just below the surface.

Now she'd changed beyond all recognition; I'd have walked right past her without recognising her! She was tall, I could see that even sitting down, a slender, willowy, but shapely figure, hair waved and teased into a riotous tumble of black curls, long slender legs encased in skin-tight black leggings, flat-soled harem-slippers on her feet and wearing a loose, boat-neck cream pullover top that left one shoulder bare. Her skin still had that pale, fresh complexion, her almond eyes were large bright blue sapphires, or maybe cornflowers, expressive and beautiful, surrounded by sooty lashes, and her mouth was wide, generous, made for smiling. Her lips were naturally coral pink, her face heart-shaped and perfectly symmetrical, her fine oriental features highlighted perfectly by her Caucasian genes. She was beautiful! Following on the heels of that was the realisation that I was checking-out my sister! Eewww!

"Close your mouth, Jamie, you're drooling!" she giggled, and my mouth snapped shut, flushing as I realised I was busted, ogling my sister, although, to be fair, she was eminently worth the ogle!

"Nia, you surprised me! I came home and you weren't here...!" I trailed off.

Nia stood up in one lithe move, and slid onto the bed next to me, to slid her arms around my neck and press her cheek against mine.

"Welcome home, Jamie, I missed you so much...!" she said softly, and I hugged her close, then something made me pull away to look at her, seeing she was crying.

"Nia, what...why...don't do that, you troll, you know what you look like when you cry!" I grinned at her, and she slapped me on the upper arm, trying to smile as two big tears escaped her brimming eyes and ran down her cheeks. I pulled a tissue out from the nightstand, gave it to her, and waited while she dabbed her eyes dry again.

I hugged her again, glad to be holding her again after all this time. "I missed you Nia, more than you know!" I said, and I meant it. "Why were you so mad, that you had to cut me off for three whole years? I asked dad about you every time I called home. I missed you very much Nguye't!"

Nia tried to speak, and started crying again instead, and all at once she was 8 years old, and this was Nia-in-distress crying again, her shoulders shaking as she sobbed. I gathered her into me, soothing her as I used to when she was small, the act of doing that reuniting us again, the intervening years dropping away.

At last she slowed down, her sobbing giving way to silent tears, with me holding her against my shoulder and silently feeding her paper tissues; I'd been here before so I knew, when she was ready to talk, she'd talk. 

At last her breathing started sounding normal, so I asked her "What brought that on, Troll-Child, why the waterworks?"

She buried her face in my shoulder, and started speaking. "When you left, I was so horrible, I thought you were going because you didn't want to stay with us, with me, any longer, and that you were paying me back for all the mean things I did. I thought you hated me! And I was going to hate you back, but all I could do was miss you, and then I didn't know how to say suh...suh...sorry! You were gone and I wanted you back!" She swallowed, obviously near tears again.

I was thunderstruck. Had I really come across like that, given her the impression I hated her?

She continued. "I was there every time you called, but I couldn't bring myself to talk to you, I didn't know what to say, and 'sorry' was too hard to say. Or not enough, I don't know. And the longer it went on, the harder it was to stop it. I tried to make myself believe I didn't need you around, but that didn't work, I never realised just how much of my day was spent around you!"

I eased her up so I could look at her. "And this?" I asked, indicating my room, "was this all part of that as well?"

She nodded. "I thought if your room looked just like it did when you left, I could pretend you'd just gone out, and were coming back any minute, it would feel like you were still around. Can you understand that?"

I did.

I looked into her eyes. "Listen to me, I have never hated you, or wanted to leave you, or mum and dad, ever. I just wanted to go to the university that gave me the best degree. You're my little sister, and while I admit, yes, I did sometimes want Dorothy to drop a house on you, I never hated you, even when you were being your brattiest! Mum told me that being your older brother came with responsibilities, and I said yes, and took them on, because I wanted to. I wanted to then, and I want to now. OK?"

Nia looked sideways at me. "When did mum ask you this, Jamie?"

"When you were born, Nia, when she brought you home." I replied

"And you stuck to it, after all the shit I put you through? Really?" I nodded. Her eyes welled-up again, and I hastily grabbed a tissue. 

"Jamie, poor you, you let me do all those horrid things, say all those horrid things, all those years, because of a promise to mum? You promised to look after me and I took so much advantage of you; I don't deserve you!" 

I grinned. "I'll say! But in your defence, it was a lot of fun too! True, being your guardian angel was no bed of roses, but it wasn't exactly the death of a thousand cuts either! Watching you learn to skate, for one; I actually laughed 'til I was sick!"

She looked at me, seemed to make a decision, grabbed my face and kissed me on the cheek, a long smacker. I was a little surprised, and a little wistful as well – she used to do that a lot when she was small, and I hadn't realised how much I'd missed it.

Then she really surprised me. Still holding my face, she planted a firm kiss right on my lips. For a stunned second I enjoyed it, then reality blinked back on and I reared back, pulling away from her and sliding off my bed and onto the floor. I peered up at her over the edge of the bed, like the world's most reluctant bridegroom, to see her still sitting there, looking at me strangely. "Jamie, you look ridiculous down there, come back up here, I won't bite, you know!"

It wasn't the biting I was afraid of, although what I was afraid of I didn't know, just that something had suddenly changed between us. I shook my head emphatically.

"Jamie! I said, 'come back up here'!" she snapped, eyes darkening as she ordered me back next to her. 15 years of conditioning took over, and I crept back up onto the bed, as far from her as I could. We stared at each other, Nia looking ever so slightly pleased with herself; I shudder to think what I looked like.

Nia grinned at me. "Calm, down, Jamie, I said, I'm not going to bite you. You can relax, seriously. You look like someone just gave your scrotum a really big tweak!"

Some sort of response was needed here, I felt. "Glaarrrkk!" was the best I could do, good for an opener, but needed more. I cleared my throat, and tried again.

"What the fu... um, hell did you do, Nia, why did you do that?" I croaked.

Nia smiled. "I did it because I always wanted to do it, I wanted to see what it would be like, and I liked it! How was it for you?" she twinkled mischievously.

"God, Nia, I'm your brother, you can't go doing stuff like that...!" I trailed of as she failed to look the least bit contrite.

"Oh balls, Jamie, I'm a big girl, and I wanted to see what it would be like to snog my cute man-tottie big brother; don't say you didn't like it - you kissed me back! Besides, you were the one practically peeling down my panties with your eyes a couple of minutes ago!"

I tried to bluster and protest, but she'd scored a direct hit, and she knew it. She patted the bed beside her, and I shook my head. She patted the bed harder, her eyes narrowing, so I, reluctantly, slid up next to her.

"Now Jamie, I kissed you. Accept it. Get past it. Because I want to kiss you again, and you need to put some effort into it, OK?" I was listening to this in a daze; there was no way I was going to accede to this, but an entirely different part of me was clamouring for attention; apparently he thought it was a very good idea! Nia noticed, glancing pointedly at the bulge in my boxers as I tried to cover my...condition with my bed sheet.

"The consensus is in my favour, Jamie; at least two of us in here think it's a good idea, so stop squirming like a girly and pucker-up; and do it like you mean it!"

Defeated, sure this was a very bad idea, I gave up and let her lean against me again, wrapping my arm around her so she was looking up at me. She really was a beautiful girl, and if she weren't my sister I'd have moved in for the kill like a rat up a drainpipe, but it still felt wrong, wrong, wrong.

Obviously Nia didn't feel the same way, and, fed-up with waiting for me to make a move, took hold of my face and pulled my head down, to kiss me square on the lips. After a second of adjusting to the feeling, it dawned on me that she had really soft lips, gentle and very sexy. I felt her tongue rubbing gently against my lips, and opened my lips, her tongue slipping inside to lightly fence with mine as we kissed long and deep. I felt myself responding more urgently to her kiss, pulling her closer to me as our kiss intensified, my tongue exploring her as she clamped her lips against mine. My arms went around her more fully, enjoying the feel of her moulding against me as her arms wrapped around my neck. 

Nia broke off our kiss, eyes dancing as she grinned at me. "There now, that wasn't so bad was it?" she asked, fingers still interlaced at the back of my neck. I had to agree, not bad at all! It had also been extremely stimulating; I felt slightly sand-bagged by how sexy my kid sister was, and how well she kissed.

Nia seemed to come to a decision, and hoisted herself onto my lap, straddling me, looking into my eyes as she leaned in and kissed me again. My hands automatically went to her waist, holding her as she kissed me, our tongues fencing and sliding against each other again. As we kissed, I felt her breathing deepen, and she began to shift her weight, sliding herself back and forth across my by now sizeable erection inside my shorts, frotting herself against me. I began pushing against her as she slid back and forth, and her eyes narrowed as she realised what I was doing, smiling as her face flushed, throwing her head back as her pace increased, rubbing and gyrating on me as she worked herself up.

Suddenly she stopped, face and neck flushed, her breathing shallow and fast. "No...not like this, not now...!" she gasped, sliding off me to stand and begin sliding down her leggings!

"Uh, Nia, what are you doing?" I enquired, although I was well aware where our session was heading.

"Getting naked, Jamie, like you, what else?" she grinned. She yanked off her leggings, kicking them across the room, and pulled her top over her head, standing before me in just a black thong and tiny brassiere. Objectively speaking, I had to admit she had a superb figure; long, endless legs, perfectly formed, slender and toned, flat stomach and, when she turned, taut shapely little buttocks, springy and firm, and small, high breasts, maybe 34B, just enough to fit in a cupped hand.  

I could feel myself hardening even further as I saw more and more of her, and when she peeled of her thong and shrugged off her bra, her nipples dancing as she moved, my cock made a determined effort to burst right out of my shorts and slap me on the chin.

I had one last question. "Nia, what about mum, she might come in!"

Nia grinned down at me. "She went out to play Mah Jongg at Mrs. Vinh's place; she left while you were still asleep, I told her I'd give you dinner when you woke up. Relax; she'll be gone for at least another 3 hours!" 

With that, Nia slid into the bed next to me, her hand on my erection as she looked at me questioningly. I obliged, sliding off my shorts to allow my cock to spring out, all 7 inches, solid and fat. Nia looked appreciatively at me, licking her lips. "That's lovely Jamie, oh yes, very nice!" she complimented me, gently encircling me to test the girth. I will be the first to admit I don't have a porn-star, giganto-dick, nor can I shag for hours then come like a fire hose, but neither am I afflicted with 'teeny-peeny' disease, and to date, I've had no complaints, and even a couple of half-serious testimonials from Bev, my former FWB at university.

Nia started slowly rubbing my cock, pumping her hand slowly up and down, kissing me while my hands found her lovely firm breasts and taut solid little nipples. She began gasping gently as I tweaked and twirled her nipples, her free hand reaching down to touch and caress herself, slipping into herself as I continued to touch and stimulate her.

I felt her start to move down and I stopped her, looking at her questioningly. So far, all we had done was touch and explore; if this went any further, we'd be crossing a line, and there was no way back across that line. Nia smiled, accepting the consequences, slid down to gently lick the tip of my cock, the touch of her tongue like an electric charge through me. I groaned and lay back as she continued to run her tongue up and down my length, swirling her tongue around and behind the head, before slipping her lips over the end and sliding me into her mouth, still pumping me as she sucked and lapped, her head bobbing. The sensation was exquisite, the head swelling as she sucked, and when she slipped her tongue into the slit in the end and rasped lightly, I lost all control.

"Nia...I'm....Oh God!" she looked at me with those huge blue eyes, grinning around my cock, and sucked harder, and I came in a burst of ecstasy that made my ears ring and my vision blur, my cock lurching as I shot jet after jet of spunk into her hot, avidly sucking mouth, coating her tongue and the roof of her mouth with my seed. Her cheeks bulged and hollowed with the effort of keeping up with my ejaculation, swallowing as fast as she could as I continued to spray my spunk into her mouth, her hand gently squeezing and milking my balls, stimulating me even further.

At last, I was drained, my cock twitching as I hovered on the trailing-edge of my climax, heart thudding in my chest, my chest heaving as I fought for breath. I slumped back, Nia sliding up to lie alongside me, grinning like a monkey.

"So, how was that then, big brother, am I forgiven for being such an obnoxious little cow?"

I pulled her against me, kissing her and tasting myself on her lips. "Nothing to forgive, ever, baby sis, I told you, looking out for you was my pleasure. Speaking of which..."

I trailed my fingers down between her delectable little breasts, on down across her flat tummy, to drift through her sparse pubic hair and stroke her pussy gently. Nia gasped and smiled, lying back as I continued to pet her pussy with feather-light strokes, running my finger the length of the inviting crease between her labia from back to front, caressing her hooded clitoris and making her jump and quiver.

I followed my finger-trail with my lips, licking each of her nipples in turn, drawing the stiff little nubs gently between my teeth, Nia murmuring in appreciation. I continued nibbling and flicking her nipples, and she responded with gasps and sighs as her arousal climbed, her nipples darkening as they engorged. I slipped one finger into her moistening little slit, then two, rubbing them in and out of her, stimulating her clitoris, Nia pushing against my hand to encourage me to frig her harder as I sucked her lovely tits. Then I began kissing her in a trail down her body, following my fingers, dipping my tongue briefly into her navel and swirling it around before heading further down. I trailed my tongue through her small trimmed heart-shaped patch of silky pubic hair, feeling the fine, short hairs brushing against my tongue as I worked my way down to her pussy.

I changed position so I could lie between her thighs, my tongue darting in to begin lapping and teasing at her sweet, flawlessly waxed little pussy. Nia sighed and quivered, her head thrown back as I licked and probed with my tongue, her soft, neat outer lips swelling and opening against my tongue as her arousal climbed. Her scent washed over me, fresh, alluring and soft, and her sweet, tangy nectar ran and dripped into my mouth as I pulled her in closer to me, licking her from her anus to her clitoris, and she moaned and writhed against me as I touched and tasted her most secret places. She gasped when I pulled her bum cheeks apart and probed her puckered little pink hole, eyes screwed tightly shut, her fingers twining in my hair and her hands forcing my mouth tight against her as she trembled and shuddered in a series of orgasms, coming almost continuously as I licked and sucked at her, and when I took her clitoris in my mouth and licked and sucked it, she finally exploded into a massive orgasm, a high, whistling groan escaping from her as her heels dug into the bed, her thighs flexing and quivering against my head, her tendons thrumming like guitar strings with the force of her release. 

At last, her tremors died down, and her legs released me from their prison. I laid my head against her belly for a moment before I slid back up the bed to lie next to her and took a moment to wipe my face with a pillow case; her juices were all over my face and neck, and I wanted to kiss her some more, feel her lips against mine again.




Nia Ch. 01



"That was...amazing, Jamie, absolutely fabulous, oh my God it was good!" she grinned. "I hope you're ready for more, there's something I want to do, and I've been saving it for now!"

I pulled her closer to me, kissing her as I fondled her taut little backside, squeezing and massaging her cheeks, marvelling at the soft firmness and springy roundness of them, my cock already hard and limbered-up.

"Jamie, I want you to make love to me, be my first, OK?" She whispered. I must have looked surprised, given how well she'd blown me earlier, because she smiled. "Yes, Jamie, I'm a virgin, and I want you to be the one to make me not be a virgin anymore, please? It's OK, I'm on the pill, mum put me on the pill years ago, just in case!"

I was conflicted now. She wanted to do this, with me, and God, did I want to do this with her, but again, it seemed like an awfully wide line to cross. Nia must have sensed what I was thinking, as she reached up to pull my head down to kiss me.

"It's OK, Jamie, all bets are off now, we've broken the taboo, this is just another part of what we've already done, and maybe it's the best part! I want this, I so want this with you, it was always only ever going to be you; if I had to wait a thousand years for you, I would, but I don't; you're here, now, with me, and I love you. Love me back, and make me yours this way, to go with all the other ways I've always been yours!"

Her appeal hit me at an emotional level, one where the real me lurked, the one that didn't care she was my sister, only that she was desirable, and willing. I knew that what she'd said was true, had somehow always known it, and, I suppose, I'd also known that someday this day would come, and that I could choose; take what she offered, be what she wanted, admit what I felt for her and try and make a life with her; or refuse, turn away, walk away from her, and live a life of what if, try and forget what had already happened, try and be only her older brother, watch her become everything to someone else, and hope and pray that one day my decision to refuse would never come back to haunt me.

As I looked into her eyes, I knew that I wanted her, had never wanted anything or anyone like I wanted her; and it wasn't only a need of the flesh. Nia had been a part of my life for so long, I knew in the bone, and the blood, and the depths of me that I couldn't have a complete life without her in it. There had always been a part of me that I had never shown to anyone, given to anyone, shared with anyone; now I knew why. It had always been for Nia only. 

My acceptance must have shown in my eyes, and two big tears welled up in her eyes as she saw me choose her. My head dipped down to kiss her once, a betrothal kiss, a seal, if you like, linking us together like a puzzle ring, and then I was moving between her outstretched thighs, holding myself up on outstretched arms as she held me and positioned me at her flushed, swollen entrance. When she was ready she smiled and nodded, and I slowly pushed into her. She gasped and murmured as I slowly slid into her, and I stopped, only for her to ask me to keep going, not to stop, she wanted me all the way inside her. There was a moment of constriction, almost obstruction, and Nia asked me to go really slow, so I eased myself into her until she relaxed, urging me on until I was buried all the way inside her. I stopped, letting her get her breath back, and waited again for her signal before I began to withdraw from her tight sheath, the sensation indescribable. Nia was pushing her hips up as I pulled almost all the way out of her, then sliding back in again, the way easier this time, Nia gasping and squirming beneath me as she began to enjoy the feeling of being pumped full of my cock. As I sped up my pumping, she began to hump back against me, meeting me stroke for stroke, squeezing me with her inner muscles, delicious friction against my engorged cock. We pumped and pummelled at each other, our breathing and the slap of flesh against flesh as we gave ourselves to each other the only sounds in the room, excitement building as our mutual climax approached, all thoughts of restraint now moot, only the moment and the impending satisfaction needing our attention. 

Nia came with a piercing scream as her orgasm bolted through her, crashing waves of pleasure pounding her senses, rollers crashing on her as she sobbed and shuddered, muscles spasming as she gave in to her pleasure. The feel of her climax set me off, my cock convulsing as jets of spunk blasted out of me into the depths of her body, her pussy massaging and milking my cock as her cervix convulsed, fluttering against my deeply embedded cock, emptying me out, draining my body of my seed, my offering to her. 

We both fell back, shattered, the emotional and physical drain almost overpowering us. As we lay in our sweat, I examined every feature of this beautiful girl I had finally chosen for myself, who had chosen me so long ago, remembering how I had helped bring her up, fought with her, played with her, held her when she cried, comforted her when she was frightened, and loved her when she needed me, a whole lifetime of connection, thinking how our lives had intertwined inexorably just so we could be together now. Yes, I loved her; I always had; now I could finally admit that I loved her the way she wanted me to. 

Nia rolled into my arms, huddling up against me, looking for my protection. I wrapped my arm around her, spooning her to me, and pulled the bedclothes up around us, keeping her warm and secure against me. Listening to her soft breathing, inhaling the fragrance of her hair, I fell asleep.

I awoke as twilight was sifting into the room, checked my watch; we'd been asleep almost 2 hours. Nia moved against me, murmuring, and pulled herself in close to me again.

I contemplated getting something to eat, looking for a change of clothes, and froze. Nia clothes, that she'd carelessly kicked off and thrown across the room, were neatly folded across my study chair, her slippers tucked under the same chair, and my laundry hamper was empty; Oh Shit!

I shook her awake. "Nia, NIA! Wake up, we got trouble!" She sat bolt upright, delectably dishevelled, and I wondered that, even in this crisis moment, my first thought had been how truly gorgeous she was. "Whassup Jamie?" she slurred, still not fully awake.

"Mum's been in, she's seen everything, seen us sleeping together! Shit!"

Nia's eyes snapped open, her mouth a rosy 'O' of shock. She jumped out of bed, started tumbling into her clothes, throwing me jeans and a shirt from my wardrobe as I hunted for my shorts.

We went looking for mum, found her in the kitchen, calmly drinking tea and reading a magazine. She looked up when we sidled in, smiled. 

"I was wondering when you get up! You eat dinner now, both of you, it getting late!" She got up and began bustling around. Nia and I looked at each other. This was not the reaction we'd braced for...

"Mum..." I began, and she looked at me, smiled brightly, carried on getting dinner ready. I stepped in front of her, took the plates she was holding, put them on the table, and sat her down.

"Mum, you came into my room, yes?" She nodded. "And you have nothing to say?" Mum looked at me, looked at Nia, and beckoned her to sit down.

"Jamie, Nguye't, I saw you, both of you. I will say nothing, to you, or to your daddy. Jamie, you love my daughter?" I nodded. "And Nguye't, I know you love Jamie, otherwise why you cry for him every day for three year!"

Nia finally broke the silence. "Why, mama?"

Mum looked sad for a moment, then started to speak in a low voice.

"My father was in army, killed in border with Cambodia, Khmer Rouge bandits, mother die when I very young, so I brought up by brother, Vienh. He do everything for me, teach me read and write. When I was young, I fall in love, get married, have baby girl. Police Captain, he want to keep me for himself, as Ti'nh Nhan, it is like, like mistress, but worse. He arrest my husband, take baby away while I at market, many day later husband body found, police say traffic accident, but traffic accident not leave bullet hole. Never find baby. My husband was Vienh, I love him very much, he the only family I have left until he killed. Wife of neighbour hide me, send me to Vientiane, Laos, to stay with sister, and I meet missionary family, your granddaddy, Jamie. His daughter become my friend, they bring me to England, I live with them, be there when your mummy get married. She was like my sister, when she get ill, I look after you, and be with you when mummy died, still look after you, fall in love with your daddy. What you do is what I did, I not think it wrong then, I not think it wrong now. I love you both, you will always be my children, so I not lose anyone again!"

We were both in tears, aghast at this dreadful story; mum had lost so much, and yet she was always so serene, so at peace. Nia sat with a stunned expression on her face, horrified at what we'd just learned of mum's traumatic past.

Eventually I was able to speak. "Mum, is there no way to find your baby? No-one who can help?"

Mum shook her head, shrugged. "Baby probably sold on baby market, rich family in America or Canada want to adopt, baby sold to them, that is where stolen children from Vietnam, Cambodia, Laos go. If that true, then she having a good life. I will meet her again in next life, and she will know me again."

Nia hugged her, crying softly, and I seemed to have an enormous lump in my throat. Eventually Nia stopped crying, but stayed close to mum. "What was her name, mama, your baby, what was my sister's name?"

Mum smiled gently. "Her name Hu'e, mean Lily-Flower. Maybe she called Brittany or Kerry now! She be 25 now, I think, maybe married. I hope she having good life, meet good man, maybe have children of her own!" 

She pushed away from the table, and stood up. "And now, eat! It been a long time since lunch, eat something. You not worry, I deal with your father, he may be your daddy, but he my husband! You not worry, I see this end OK for you!"

We ate in silence, far too much to think about, a sombre pall cast over the evening. Nia felt it first, and, after doing the dishes with me, said her goodnights and went off to bed. I sat with my arm around mum for a while, happy to be home with her again; but now she had to lean on me, I was far too big and heavy to lean against her, although right now I felt I could do with a little mothering. I'd never guessed mum had known so much heartbreak, such awful loss; her whole life before us was a closed book. I'd never even known she was my mother's friend, although that was hardly surprising; other than a picture in my desk drawer, I knew nothing about my mother or her family; my grandparents had died before I was born, and dad had never met them. Mum was my mother, end of story.

Mum was pragmatic about what we would do next. 

"Your daddy need to know, I tell him first, then you tell him, both of you; he a good man, strange sense of humour, but he OK! Once I tell him what happen, he will need time to understand, I help him do that. He love you both, he will understand. You will know when to tell him. I trust you with my daughter, Huyn'h, I know you love her, always knew, even when you did not! You go to bed now. I think Nguye't come to you tonight, she need you to make her be herself again, you let her stay, be her big brother tonight. I should not have told her about the past, it gone and finished, but I want her to know I not think she wrong, or choose wrong man. Your mummy like my sister, I love her, and she give you to me, so I love you too! Now go to bed, little boy!" 

I returned to my room, lay down on my bed thinking about what mum had told us, wondering how someone could carry all that around and yet be so normal, ordinary, calm, sane. Mum had had a horrifying experience, loss no woman should have to bear, and yet here she was, being mum, dealing with our lives, getting on with her own. 

I was just dozing off when my door edged open, and there was Nia, dressed in pyjama pants and T-shirt.

"I want to stay with you tonight; not to...you know, I just don't want to be alone, not tonight." I made room, and Nia slid in next to me, hugging me tight. After a while, I realised she was crying, mum's story obviously still resonating in her, and I tried to comfort her, but she cried so long, and so hard, eventually she got me doing it as well. 

The next morning, when I woke, the first thing I saw was Nia, smiling at me, the best thing I'd seen in the morning in a long time. Obviously she'd recovered from her emotional wringing last night, and burrowed down against me when she saw I was awake, hugging me tight as she showered kisses on me.

"Hi there, big boy!" she leered at me, giving my protruding erection a tweak. "Looks like you're ready for fun and games!"

"Don't you believe it!" I retorted, slipping out of bed to head for the toilet; I really needed to pee, and having a chin-prodder of an erection wasn't helping matters any...

Quickly brushing my teeth, I jumped back into bed; I had had no plans for the day; today was my first day with no lectures, assignments, reports, mentoring or work in 3 years, and I intended to do a large amount of bugger-all, or at least that had been the plan yesterday afternoon; since then a distraction in the form of the most beautiful girl in the world had somehow fallen into my life (and my bed!), and she was still there!

As soon as I hit the bed, I turned my attention back to Nia. She was still wearing her T-shirt and pyjama bottoms but I had a cunning plan for getting them off her – it went like this; "Could you please take all your clothes off?" Worked like a charm! As she stripped-off, I wondered again at her body; so lithe, elegant, sleek, her flanks smooth and flawless, her skin fresh and clear, young and alive. It was impossible to resist touching and caressing, feeling her silky smoothness, her warmth, her vibrancy. 

Nia slid into my arms, kissing me seriously, making all sorts of nice things happen at once. My erection, flagging once I'd had a pee, stiffened back to fighting trim, and, as I kissed, fondled and squeezed her lovely body, her own arousal started to show, her face and neck blushing, her nipples popping out like two little fingertips. Her hand encircled my cock, pumping me slowly as we kissed and explored, and when my roaming fingers found her tight little snatch she sighed and pumped faster. I rolled onto my back and slid her on top of me, pulling her buttocks open to rub her slit and caress her little pucker, making her gasp into my mouth, her lips curving against mine as she grinned. She reached back and took hold of me, rubbing the head of my penis against her rapidly moistening lips, lubricating me, then began slowly backing into my cock, taking me in gradually, pushing herself onto me until I was fully embedded in her, her eyes shut tight in concentration as her vagina stretched to accommodate me again.

She began rising and falling, pumping herself on me, the friction on my cock utterly delightful. Her own arousal was climbing, a flush spreading down her neck and across her upper chest as she pumped, and I began humping back up to meet her thrusts, taking hold of her delectable little breasts and lightly pinching and rubbing her nipples as she rode me. Her thrusting sped up, and I sped up to match her, both of us approaching orgasm as we slammed into each other, sighs and groans escaping both of us as the sensations quickened, intensified. I slid my hands down to hold and squeeze her lovely taut little buttocks, pulling them apart as I slid my finger into her tight little anus, pumping in time to her thrusting down against me.

She came with a loud, guttural groan, her vaginal walls contracting around me, clamping and releasing me, milking me, and I came with a groan to equal hers, shooting long, satisfying jets of sperm deep into her, the convulsions of her vagina drawing out my climax, keeping pace with hers. At last the constrictions around me eased, and Nia slumped forward against my chest, holding me tight as she quivered in reaction, her muscles shuddering and chest heaving, her heart thudding against me as she rode out the aftershocks of her climax.

She raised her head to kiss me lightly. "Thank you, brother-mine!" she grinned, "the perfect wake-up call, we must do this more often!"

I laughed delightedly; she was obviously fully recovered from last night!



Nia Ch. 02



Many thanks to Mericeman1964 for his invaluable assistance and editorial input, without his help this story would not have been possible

BB1958

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Excerpt from the private diary of Nguye't Morrison, age 18 and three-quarters. Note to Jamie; if you read any of this, I swear I will put a bend in your knob that no amount of wanking will ever straighten out; you have been warned...

Tuesday 1st July, 2008

Jamie's coming home tomorrow, at last. He left me desolate 3 years ago, and I want to snub him, cut him dead for abandoning me, but all I can do is tremble at the thought of having him back again. He's been my protector, my favourite source of comfort and big hugs all my life, and when he left I was bereft (look it up, I've been waiting for years to use it), and I haven't stopped crying yet; I know, weird, right? He's my older brother, but he feels like the love of my life, and for the last three years there's been a huge blank space where he should be; every time I thought of him, I burst into tears, and I thought about him every day. When he comes home I'm going to play it cool, be aloof, casual, let him know that going away for so long is almost unforgiveable, that you don't make someone need you so much and then leave them. 

My friend Shelagh Kennedy asked me if I was in love with him, 'cos apparently I talk about him all the time, and of course, I pooh-pooh'd the very idea, told her she was weird and perverted for even thinking such a thing, and she said the strangest thing. "OK then, if you're not going to bang him, do you mind if I do? Every time I've ever seen him he's given me a twinge in my minge, and now I know you're not going to, as far as I'm concerned that makes him fair game for a work-out!"

I asked her what she meant, and she got all disbelieving on me, started going on about how he's a tall, built, mega-cute, oil exploring, rugged polar-hero type, a real arctic fox, and she'd like a chance to check if he got frostbite anywhere important, and if he's built up a full head of pressure, she'd like to be the one to be there when he blows his cork, and if I had eyes and a brain I'd have decoyed him down a dark alley years ago; apparently all my friends think the same thing...

I had to think about that, I mean, Jamie? I know one thing though; I've always had a sort of low-key thing for him (or maybe not so low-key, I don't know), even got all possessive of him at one point, but that's because he's mine, and he belongs to me, exclusively, and if that red-headed harlot thinks she's getting her slutty little mitts on my lovely Jamie she's got another think coming; I must keep her corrupting influence away from him! 

Must think more about this, things are happening in my head that I don't want to write down in case I accidently leave this open one day and dad or mum see this.

Wednesday 2nd July, 2008

Jamie will be home this afternoon, and the suspense is killing me; what were butterflies in my tummy have turned into a herd of rhino's barging around, and I've nearly been sick on any number of occasions. Coupled with that is the fact I can't seem to stop weeping, every time I open my mouth or think of trying to do something constructive with my time, I get a picture of his sweet, patient face and the waterworks turn on – I feel like some lovesick 11 year old mooning over a boy-band, and this is really freaking me out. It's only Jamie, for God's sake, and regardless of what I said or thought yesterday, he's my big brother, and yes, I missed him terribly, but why the extreme reactions? Most peculiar; I am definitely conflicted. I think I'll go out, not be here when he gets here, if I see him walk in that door, and the state I'm in right now, God only knows what sort of idiotic shambling wreck I'll turn into – he already left me once, and, heaven forbid, if he sees me sweating and gibbering at him he might do it again, and I can't have that – I'm keeping him here this time, if I have to use a nail-gun and superglue on him.

Mum asked me to be here when Huyn'h gets home, but I really don't trust myself to not either A) Wet myself, B) Get all tongue-tied and idiotic, or C) Fling myself on him and stick my tongue in his face.

I've made up my mind; I won't be here, I'll saunter in all casual and mildly indifferent to his presence, going "Oh Hi, you're back then," peck him on the cheek, enjoy the moment of crushed despair as he realises I haven't missed him in the slightest, and saunter out again. Vengeance is a dish best served cold, and he needs to pay, just a little, for leaving me all alone while he went off to the other side of the world and pretended to be Nanook of the North while contemplating the Great White Waste and mushing seals or whatever the hell it is they do down there for fun.... So I'm off now, I need to shop so I don't think about Jamie and how he abandoned me, and I'm taking the Scarlet Harlot with me so she and her chest don't get any ideas around Jamie while I'm not there.... 

Postscript:

When I got back, he was asleep! Heartless, indifferent, cave-dwelling, igloo-building Oik, in his room, fast asleep, with no regard for my feelings, how dare he! I went into his room to kick him, and there he was, sound asleep, and my tummy did a double back-flip and landed in the lay-out position; whoowee! When he left he was cute, but now, after three years, he was absolutely take-me-I'm-yours gorgeous, man-beef on the hoof, talk about scrubbing-up well! I had every intention of landing a heel right in his dangly bits, remind him what happens to people who abandon me for the snowy wastes, but right then all I wanted to do was bite him, and then take another bite out of that tall, fit, muscular Polar-Bear man-babe, oh my paws and whiskers, yes! Obviously, manhandling all those drill probes and test-core drilling rigs had put some beef on his bones, and right now I wanted to manhandle him a little! Further notes to follow, I shall have to rethink my Jamie strategy; this may get just a leetle-bit complicated!

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Nia and I kept our more sweaty activities as discreet as possible; while mum approved, or at least hadn't actually disapproved of our new-found relationship, I doubt she would have condoned us humping and heavy-breathing around the house, so we cooled it, at least while she was in earshot. At night, though, that was another matter. I couldn't get enough of Nia, and she seemed to be feeling the same way, judging by the exertions she put me through that second night we slept together; I could only hope mum was in her room, with the door locked, the TV turned up full, and her fingers in her ears, going "La La La" at the top of her voice...

That first day, the morning after mum had found us, I was over the moon – I had finally found the real Nia, the one she'd always wanted to show me, after all the years we had been together, and she was all I'd ever wanted in a girl; smart, funny, sexy, breathtakingly beautiful, sassy, and I knew I'd lucked-out, especially when I remembered some of some of the nosebags and outright mental cases I'd dated over the years, just to have a date on Saturday night for cinema/groping/strangulated erection relief. Nia was eager and amused to hear of some of the more bizarre dating disasters – like Carole Whitton, body like the great outdoors, brain you could have stored in a thimble, with room to spare; if you stood close enough to her you could hear the hum as all four brain cells orbited peacefully in the blissful emptiness of her skull; having sex with her had been like inflating a beach ball; lots of effort, long time to get results, and then you wondered why the hell you bothered in the first place. Nice tits, though... 

Then there was the unforgettable Ansfrida, with the Norwegian Geophysical Survey team overwintering in Port Stanley, who took a fancy to me. She was a big girl, shoulders like a Samoan rugby player, unfortunately also had the cauliflower ears, nose, and chin like one, including the bristles. I spotted her first, and my first thought was "I will never be that desperate, please God, don't let her like me!" The only girls on the islands were the daughters of the islanders, and they were all locked in the cellars whenever our team of incipient rapists hit port, but even the enforced celibacy couldn't make Ansfrida look like anything except hulking and dangerous. All the rest of the team were slowly sliding down in their seats, or pretending to be gay, and so she homed-in on me, sitting herself down on the bench, my side of the bench tilting up. The collective sigh of relief in the room made the windows bulge outwards, and every male in the room grinned and sat back to watch me get dragged off and pummelled by Andre the Giant's even uglier sister; whoever said Nordic blondes are all icily gorgeous hadn't met Ansfrida yet.

"My name is Ansfrida!" she boomed, shaking me gently by the neck, feeling my bicep, her hand wrapping all the way round it. "Good muscle tone, you want sex?"

"If I say yes, will you promise not to kill me?" I asked her, trapped and helpless.

"That good enough. Come!" She frogmarched me out of the room, me mouthing 'Help me' to my team, them all grinning and looking relieved that they'd dodged that particular bullet.

I heard later that she offered the crew of the Royal Navy frigate a gang-bang, causing them all to suddenly declare their love for each other and set sail for Argentina to surrender...

+++

Today was Thursday, and dad was due home Friday night. Between now and then I had to think of a way of telling him without ending up nailed to the garden shed with something red-hot stuck somewhere tender; I know mum had said she'd clear the way, but this was big, the biggest. Nia was his little princess, even though, if put to the torture, he'd deny it emphatically, and every scenario I tried to envisage ended with me eventually being chucked in the Thames, bound and gagged, with a size eleven shoe embedded in my arse...

Nia was a lot less troubled. "Dad's cool, he's not, like, all hairy and chest-beating, he's a nice guy, worryingly strange, but nice. Mum says he'll see the light, so stop your vapouring!"

Nevertheless, and even with all Nia's confidence that dad would remember he was a loving father before he actually stuffed me in the wood-chipper, I was still going to allow myself a little vapouring, with a side order of sweating terror. Mum wasn't at all weirded by this situation, and, hearing us discussing the plan for 'Operation Reveal' even poked her head round the door that morning while we were dressing to ask what we wanted for breakfast, so definitely not strange at all...

Eventually, Nia lost patience. "Look Jamie, do you want me at all? Do you even love me? Because it feels like you're having doubts about this whole thing. Make up your mind, polar-boy, me or one of those Nobel Prize candidates you've been banging at uni!" God, she was gorgeous when she got angry! It also stiffened my wilting backbone, as well as other things...

I took her in my arms. "Nia, princess, I love you to distraction, with all of my heart, I always have, I want you every minute of the day, I can barely keep my hands off you, but right now I'm just trying to put myself in Dad's shoes. If I had a gorgeous daughter and some guy announced he'd slept with her, and intended to keep on doing it, I'd fillet him. I'm not banking on dad remembering he's a loving parent when we hit him with this, so hope for the best, but prepare for the worst, that way no surprises – Si vis pacem, para bellum – If you would have peace, prepare for war!"

Nia grinned. "OK, yeah, because what's the worst he can do? Oh yes, he could fillet you, or string you up in the greenhouse and write the Gettysburg address on you with a lit cigarette, or shove his fist up your arse and poke your eyeballs out from the inside, or make you eat your bed sheets and then yank the ends out of your arse and set light to them, or inscribe 'I will not rape my little sister' 100 times on your backside with a hot soldering iron, or nail your tongue to a tree and chase you round it a few times, or pull your bottom lip up over your head and staple it to the back of your neck, or all of the above, in order, you know how methodical he is!"

Good to see the old, malicious Nia was still there, lurking just under the surface!

"OK, I get it, point taken, we do this, and take what's coming, and by the way, I hadn't thought of all the above, so thank you for putting my mind at ease! What do you think he's going to do to you?" I grinned.

Nia grinned even wider, false sincerity radiating from her. "Me? Nothing. I'm his little girl; you're the rapist around here! However, because you were my favourite Polar Bear, I promise I will occasionally try and remember you fondly, oh sorry, did I say 'were'?" Yeah, ha ha, very funny!

The sudden resolution I felt was reflected lower down, and Nia smiled happily at me. "It looks like someone else has made up their mind, too!" What can I say, some parts of me know what's real before the rest of me catches up...

I started tugging off my shirt, Nia helping me to undo my jeans as she slipped out of her habitual leggings and loose top. God she had a lovely body, and all thoughts of dad, retribution, or wood-chippers disappeared as she stood in front of me, a naked vision of slender perfection. 

As my jeans dropped off, I kicked them away, Nia grinning and yanking down my shorts to examine my state of readiness. Looking at her was more than mortal flesh could bear, so I grabbed her, holding her tightly by her delectable bum cheeks, kissing her as hard as I could while backing towards the bed.

Nia pushed me back onto the bed, and landed on top of me, squirming around to lie on her side, looking at me with a big grin on her face. I can't resist that grin, especially if she's using it as a challenge, so I leapt on her, pinning her on her back so I could kiss her some more. At last, I surfaced for air, Nia smiling at me as she slowly pumped my cock, her hand wrapped tightly around me. I returned the favour, nibbling her sexy nipples while trailing a hand down to her belly, sliding a finger through her trimmed pubes to lightly brush against her labia.

She jumped at that, grinning as she closed her eyes and pushed out her chest, raising her nipples closer to my mouth. I obliged, gently biting and sucking on them, feeling them grow solid and rubbery against my lips and teeth, Nia murmuring as she began to flush, become more fully aroused. I slid down and between her thighs, kissing her belly and grazing gently on her neatly trimmed little thatch of fine soft pubic hair, before licking and probing further south, to lap lightly at her labia, enjoying her fresh scent and tangy taste.

As I lapped more seriously, she began slowly squirming and lifting her pelvis, pushing her slit against me harder, wanting me to lick higher, so I obliged, poking my tongue-tip into the front of her slit, rubbing against the hood of her little nub. Nia flushed deeper, murmuring and sighing as I licked and gently rubbed my tongue against her pink flesh, her clitoris hardening like a little pale nipple, erecting as it emerged from its hiding place, her juices running around it, bathing it and rolling across my tongue. She tasted sweet, fresh, tangy, and as her fluids dripped onto my tongue, her pelvic thrusts against my mouth became more pronounced as her arousal climbed. I sucked her clit as hard as I dared, rubbing it with my tongue, and she came in a series of rippling waves, her clitoris pulsing between my lips as her climax gusted through her. At last her orgasm died away, leaving her twitching and murmuring, arms stretched out luxuriously, a small smile on her face. I kissed and nibbled her pussy a while longer, enjoying the taste and succulence of her, my erection a hot lead bar against my stomach as I lay between her thighs, before I reared up and shuffled between her legs, looming over her, my cock pointing at her wet slit, the head just barely touching her warmth.

I slid myself just far enough inside her for her to feel my head, then backed out, enjoying the feeling of her hot moistness surrounding the head of my penis, my erection stiffening even further as she moaned and pushed up against me, trying to take more of me in. I was having too much fun – the feel of her enveloping me was exquisite, the wet succulence sensational. Her eyes narrowed, and she pulled my head down to her level, hissing at me "Will you get on with it, for Chrissake, just do it, now!" Unable to hold out any longer, I slid into her in one long steady push, Nia groaning as her pussy stretched to accommodate me all over again, the feeling of tightness as her inner muscles clasped me erotic and very stimulating. I began sliding in and out, pumping my cock into her, she responding by hunching up against me, trying to get as much of me inside her as possible. I lowered myself down onto my elbows so I could slide my hands under her mid-section, pushing her breasts up so I could suck her nipples while I pumped into her. Her neck and chest began to flush deeper, and her movements against me became more forceful, humping against me as I pumped into her, matching me stroke for stroke, simultaneously tightening her vaginal muscles to clasp me tight, the friction on my cock delightful as I approached my climax. Nia was also nearly there, her movements against me more determined, grinding herself into the base of my cock, her head thrown back and her eyes tightly closed as she pumped in time with me, until..."Oh God, Jamie, Oh God, oooh yesss, oooh YESS! GOD! OOOOOH GOOODDD!" Her scream as she came was piercing, and that set me off, my orgasm no less intense as I shot jet after jet of sperm deep into her, the ripples and sucking of her vagina milking me of all my sperm, the sensation of her pussy walls clenching at me almost unbearable, extending my orgasm, keeping pace with hers.

At last she stopped shuddering and quivering, the sensation of her cervix fluttering against me diminishing, and my cock softened enough to slip out of her so I could lie next to her, heart thumping and breath in short supply, Nia caressing my face and murmuring as the tail-end of her orgasm after-shocked through her.

At last, she reached over and touched my lips with her finger tip. "Marry me, Polar Bear," she whispered. "Wherever and whenever you'll have me, Baby- Girl!" I promised her. "Is it always going to be this good, Jamie?" she enquired sleepily, smiling at me. "I bloody well hope so, princess!" I grinned back, pulling her close against me so I could smell her hair, her skin, and under all that, the fresh, subtle, subliminal scent that said 'girl' that no amount of perfume or fancy soap could disguise.

We lay for a while, enjoying the afterglow, cuddling and kissing, when Nia suddenly sat up.

"Jamie, I want to go out tonight – I want you to take me to a club, you've never, ever taken me anywhere that you weren't ordered to, so tonight we are going on a date, you got it, Kimo-Sabe?"

I was curious where this had come from, and when I asked her she grinned. "Tomorrow you may be dead or banished, so tonight I get to be your girlfriend, OK?" Way to do positive thinking, Nia...

She wanted to go dancing, to a club in Borough, near London Bridge, of course I agreed, as I had no intention of doing anything other than watch her anyway – my dancing talents are strictly limited; I've been told I have the dancing ability of a three legged dog in roller boots, that people watching me cringe with contact embarrassment and soon develop the urge to put me out of my misery, but I like to watch Nia move, and if she danced the way she walked, she should be well worth watching. She made a couple of calls, and explained in response to my unspoken query.




Nia Ch. 02



"I've asked a couple of the girls to meet us there, I need someone to talk to when I go to the rest-room!" 

We spent the rest of the day deliberately not shagging like coked-up baboons; mum was buzzing around all day, and although we had tacit carte-blanche to 'enjoy relations' it still seemed wildly inappropriate to do so while she was roaming around, humming as she dusted and occasionally smiling at us knowingly.

We eventually got to the club about 11pm, having had dinner first, just as the place was starting to fill up. We bagged a table and sat down with a couple of drinks, waiting for the place to warm up a little, and for Nia's friends to join us, two girls I vaguely recognised from her school days, a tall redhead with a stupendous chest and a skinny blonde with a mouth like a dockworker.

Nia introduced us, and the redhead, Shelagh, held my hand just a little too long, and stuck her chest out just a little too obviously; if she'd tried any harder she'd have looked like the Hunchfront of Notre Dame... 

Nia and the two girls went off and danced around their handbags, some things never change, while I held the table, watched coats, and generally enjoyed watching Nia. No boys tried to pick her up, the door policy here was quite strict; couples or single girls only, no single guys, so everyone was already paired-off or gaggles of girls; seemed like a good idea to me.

Eventually the girls returned to the table, sat down, and a slow number came on. I instinctively looked at Nia, wanting to dance with her, but she gave a tiny little headshake, flicked her gaze at her friends; of course, we were not supposed to be a couple, but that begged the question; if she wanted to go dancing with me, why did she invite her friends, knowing she couldn't dance with me in front of them. She was up to something...

Shelagh jumped up and tugged me to my feet and dragged me to the floor, and practically laminated herself to me, forcing me to slow dance with her, Nia looking stricken, and me making sure my hands went nowhere near any questionable territory. It was a strange situation for me; I'm on a dance floor with a hot redhead with a spectacular figure, slow dancing with her while trying to pretend I'm dancing with my girl, while my girl watches from the sidelines because she daren't dance with me; what was going on here?

Shelagh ground and rubbed and gyrated against me, holding herself so close to me that, to paraphrase Groucho Marx, if she'd stood any closer, she'd have been in back of me...

If I were single, unattached, and not in love with a spectacular girl of my own, it would have been a situation made in Heaven; how could it not be? She was gorgeous, she was single, and she was obviously into me; trouble was, I only had eyes for one girl, and it wasn't her...

The number finished, and as I looked over at Nia, Shelagh grabbed my face and planted a smacker right on my lips, trying to probe my mouth with her tongue. I froze, because I was looking right into Nia's eyes when she did it, and I saw the look that fleeted across her face before her eyes narrowed. It was a look of hurt, and sadness, and anger, and it caused a sudden sharp pang; she was really upset her friend had kissed me, but also seemed to be expecting it, and she looked like she was satisfied with something, because her expression cleared up and she even smiled and nodded slightly at me, that triumphant little smile she gets when she knows she's scored a winning point. Shelagh, on the other hand, looked equally stricken that I'd not kissed her back, and her eyes widened and welled-up as she realised she'd had no effect on me, that I wasn't interested in her in the slightest. I walked her back to the table, where she said she was going to the restroom, and she and Nia headed off again.

"I saw what happened out there." said a soft voice, and I realised Nia's blonde friend, Julie had just spoken to me. "Sorry, what was that?" I asked, as Julie hadn't spoken to me all evening. 

"Shelagh's had a thing for you for years, Jamie, hell, half our class feels the same way, but she's always had it big and bad. I know what she was trying to do out there, and I saw her kiss you, and you just looked like she was invisible; she's probably crying in the ladies rest-room right now!"

I felt terrible for her, but I also felt that it wasn't my problem –she'd kissed me and I had felt nothing except embarrassment at the unwanted attention. The only girl I wanted to kiss was currently untouchable. 

"I also saw the look you gave Nia when Shelagh kissed you, and the expression on Nia's face. How long have you two been a couple, then?" 

Busted.

I tried to talk my way out of this particular corner. "Look Julie, it's not like that at all...." I trailed off as she slowly shook her head. 

"Jamie, she's had you buzzing around her all her life, holding her hand and being sweet, and I have to admit, you are kind of OK looking, and nearly everyone in our entire year at school has been drooling over you for years, so the only question I have is; why did it take her so long?" 

Now I was curious. "So you have no problem with Nia and I, you know...? Really? Why?"

Julie's face writhed for a second, a brief flicker of pain. "Because I know what's happening with you two. My older brother was my first, he said he loved me, I know I loved him, he said we would go far away, where no-one would know us, we could be a couple, have a family, the whole thing. My mum found out, talked him out of it, asked him to leave me and go, and so he fucked off, and he's never been back in contact with me, so yeah, I know what it's like for Nia, and no, I won't say anything; it's your business; you can't help who you fall in love with" she said, almost to herself.

Two big tears rolled down her cheeks, and my heart went out to this wannabe tough chick who'd just shared her heartbreak with me. I handed her my handkerchief, and she dabbed her eyes, smiled brightly at me when she handed it back.

"Nia's been my friend since we were 11 years old, and all she's ever talked about is you. She's been in love with you since she was a little girl, even if she never came right out and said it; we all got it long ago, how long did it take you to get it?"

For some reason I found it easy to open up to her; she seemed genuinely interested in what was happening with us, plus she had her own experience of what we were going through, even if it hadn't worked out for her.

"I only found out yesterday, no, correction, admitted it to myself for the first time yesterday; Nia was always the most important thing in my life, and I always adored her, even when she was being a real pain; I promised mum I'd be a proper big brother, look out for her, and I kept my promise; it wasn't that hard, to be honest. When I saw her again yesterday, for the first time in three years, she showed me how she felt about me, something clicked into place, and I knew I felt the same way. I'm not leaving her behind again; wherever I go from now on, I'm taking her with me."

Julie smiled. "Good boy! Perhaps you should tell her that. I just got why she asked Shelagh and me along tonight, you're smart, you should be able to figure it out too. Oh, and one more thing; Shelagh's a nice girl, but she can be a vindictive cow, and you just blew her off, so don't let her know about you and Nia." 

I was trying to digest all this as she was talking, trying to work out what Nia was up to, what her motives were for asking the two girls along, when Nia and Shelagh rejoined us, Shelagh smiling and chattering, but her eyes looking a little swollen and reddened. No further mention of the incident on the dance-floor was made, although I noticed she sat as far from me as she could, for which I was thankful; it was awkward enough without having her sitting right next to me. Instead, Nia sat between us, and her hand crept under the table to pat my leg reassuringly. After a couple more drinks, Julie asked me if I wanted to dance, and Nia's lips twitched in a micro-smile, telling me to go, so I went with her to the dance-floor. While we danced, Julie pulled my head down to speak into my ear over the music.

"Remember one thing, Jamie; Nia's one of my closest and oldest friends, if you hurt her, I WILL find a way to make you pay, make no mistake about it!"

I was a little bemused at being threatened by this skinny little girl, but I could recognise the sincerity in her voice. "Julie, I promise you, Nia's all I want, I know she's the one, so you can rest easy, whatever we do from here on, we're doing it together, is that good enough for you?"

Julie grinned, and slapped me on the arm. "OK, Jamie good enough for me; now for fuck's sake try and dance like you know what you're doing!" 

When the number was over, we threaded our way back to our table. Shelagh stood up, announcing that she was tired, and Julie immediately offered to share a cab with her as it was getting really late. We left the club and hailed a black taxi for the two girls, Nia seeing them off with much hugging and air-kissing, Julie giving me a wink and a meaningful look. 

While we waited for another cab, I decided to that now was the time for a little chat with her about this bizarre date/not-date we'd just been on.

"OK princess spill it; what are you up to, and what was all that about inside, and don't play coy with me Nia, you owe me some answers!"

Nia looked at me with a thoughtful expression on her face, and seemed to come to a decision.

"Alright, Jamie, complete honesty time. I asked Shelagh to come because I knew she wanted to take a run at you. I know how she feels about you, but I also know she's got no chance with you. She needed to discover that for herself, so she wouldn't keep ambushing you and making a fool of herself; she's my friend, and I love her, and I didn't want that to happen. This seemed the best way, the least painful or humiliating way for her; all that happened was one kiss, and she got the message; it may have been in public, but it was still anonymous; no-one here knows us. She won't try that on you again, and in a few days she'll be her old, predatory man-trap self. I asked Julie to come along because I didn't want Shelagh to be alone when she realised you weren't even slightly interested in her, Julie will help her hate you for a while, then it will all be forgotten. Trust me."

I wasn't so sure. "I dunno, Nia, it seems a little...calculating to me, setting up your friend like that, she's your friend, and you used me to get her out of the way, not nice, Nia, not nice at all!" To give her her due, she at least she had the grace to look guilty. "Jamie, I promise you, I wasn't getting her out of the way, she was never in the way! I needed her to get the clear message that you were off the board; what would you rather, that she make some big move in front of all our friends and get blown out of the water in front of everyone she knows? Because that's what would have happened, and I won't let my friend be humiliated like that; it would destroy her!"

OK, that made sense, so I decided to share some of what Julie had told me. "Your friend, Julie, she figured it out, why Shelagh was there, why she was there...and what's going on with you and me."

Nia looked startled, then worried, so I thought I'd better put her mind at ease. "Julie understands, she's been there already, it didn't work out for her, but she sympathises. You have some OK friends, Baby-Girl; just don't pull any stunts like this again, with any of them, you're better than that. I know you tried to do it kindly, and you had the best intentions, but you know which road is paved with good intentions!" 

Just then a black cab turned up, so we jumped in and headed home. When we got in, late as it was, Mum was still up, pottering around, and offered to make us something to eat.

"You eat something now, it been hours since dinner, you hungry, yes? I make you snack, sit down, sit!" So we sat, while mum bustled around in the kitchen. I held my arm out and Nia crept up to my side, unsure if I was still annoyed with her, so I kissed her to let her know that it was all forgotten now.

"Are we good now, Jamie?" she whispered, and I squeezed her in affirmation. "All forgotten, princess, just try and not be so devious in the future, eh?" 

"I promise!"She grinned, huddling closer to me. Mum chose then to come in with a chicken and bacon club sandwich, and suddenly I was ravenous, Nia watching as I took a big, blissful bite, and cautiously tried a nibble herself. Her eyes widened, and she took half of my sandwich and got to work on it, mum grinning at my expression.

"Not to worry, Huyn'h , I make two!" she smiled, handing the other one to me, both of us watching Nia stuff her sandwich in her face like she was starving, muttering "God, so good, oh my god, this is so good!" 

"Both of you, it late, go to bed, take sandwich with you, leave plate on dresser, not on floor, go now, go, go!" urged mum.

I needed no further encouragement, so, kissing mum good night, I took Nia by the hand and led her up to my room. We sat on the bed and finished our sandwiches, as there's little point in trying to undress a pretty girl who's more interested in a sandwich than you, having one of those regrettable conversations that happen when you try and talk with your mouth full. I finished eating first, so sprinted into the bathroom to brush my teeth, then stripped-off and climbed into bed, waiting for Nia to finish so I could ravage her properly. She disappeared into her room to brush her teeth and freshen up, reappearing looking adorable in a cut-off t-shirt and panties, tight, miniscule panties, the kind you want to peel off with your teeth. 

She slid into bed next to me, wrapping her arms around my neck to pull me down and kiss me seriously. This was extremely gratifying, seeing as I'd been watching and wanting her all evening, and I luxuriated in the feel of her lips, her warmth against me, the smell of her. I kissed and licked her neck, then switched to her flat stomach, poking my tongue into the shadowed dimple of her navel, kissing all round the hem of her little T-shirt.

Nia sat up and pulled her T-shirt off, allowing me to see and admire her beautiful, perfect little breasts, her sexy little nipples, already erect like little pencil erasers, pink and firm. I lapped at them, drawing them gently through my teeth, making her gasp and shiver. I pulled her against me, and rolled onto my back, taking her with me so she was lying on top of me, her knees on either side of me, and slid my hands down to cup and massage her buttocks, pushing my hands into her tiny little panties and edging them down. Nia straightened her legs and I slid her panties all the way down, allowing her to kick them off, leaving her naked on top of me. She leaned in to kiss me, my hands tightly clasping her buttocks again, kneading and pulling them apart, stretching her anus open, making her gasp and giggle into my mouth and against my lips. She sat astride me, rearing up so I could fondle and caress her breasts, palming and lightly pinching her nipples into little solid peaks, making her flush and close her eyes as she enjoyed the sensation. My erection was trapped under her, and she began to slide back and forth on it, rubbing herself on me, teasing herself, the wet heat of her pussy tangible along the length of my cock as she pressed my hands to her breasts, holding me against her nipples as I rubbed and squeezed.

She released my hands and slid off me, taking hold of my cock and pumping it slowly, squeezing firmly, rhythmically as she pumped. Nia brought her head closer to my cock, and licked the tip, gently, feather-light caresses of the crown with the tip of her tongue, kissing the end as she pumped. My hips began rising involuntarily in time to her pumping, and she slipped the end of my cock into her hot little mouth, sucking and licking as she pumped me. The feeling was indescribable, and it took all my willpower to resist the urge to fill her mouth with spunk, lying back instead and letting the sensations roll over me. Her sucking became more insistent, urgent, and I got that imminent feeling, that prickle at the juncture of my thighs that said I was ready to come.

"Nia...I'm going to come!" I managed to gasp out, and she smiled and sucked harder, rubbing the tip of her tongue in the little furrow and hole in the tip of my cock. With that I lost all restraint, and felt my cock swell as I groaned out loud and shot stream after stream of spunk into her hot mouth, Nia swallowing rapidly to keep pace with my ejaculation, her cheeks hollowing as she continued to suck, coaxing every last drop of semen out of my twitching cock.

At last the flow dried up as the muscular pulses of my ejaculation stopped, and she swirled her tongue over the head of my penis, washing away every trace of semen before relinquishing her hold on my manhood and sliding up next to me, to kiss me lovingly. 

"You taste nice, Jamie!" she grinned, eyes dancing, "and high-protein as well!"

For answer I rolled her onto her back and kissed her tenderly, tasting her lips and tongue, then her neck and throat, and down to her breasts, nibbling briefly at her nipples, feeling them pop out again and grow stiff against my tongue. I kissed all the way down her belly to her little patch of fuzz, rubbing my tongue through the soft, silky hairs, enjoying the feel of them. I slid between her thighs, and kissed her hairless labia, little beads of moisture already appearing, inhaling her feminine scent, fresh and appealing. I slid my tongue along the seam between her lips, hearing her gasp and feeling the labia swell against my tongue, blushing as they engorged and flowered open. I poked my tongue inside her secret place, feeling the inner lips, the nymphae enclosing her vaginal passage, and then swirled my tongue against the hood of her clitoris, her juices running freely now, slick and delicious against my tongue. I felt her clitoris growing firm and swollen in my mouth, the nub hardening as it eased out from its hiding place. Nia was gasping and sighing, holding my head and murmuring as I licked and tasted her, her labia swelling even more as her arousal climbed, blushing darker as the blood rushed to them. I sucked on her clitoris, and the effect on Nia was electric; she stiffened, her thighs clamping on either side of my head as she pushed her vulva harder against my lips, her hands digging into the bedclothes as she strove to gain purchase for her pelvic thrusts against my tongue. I rasped her clitoris one final time, sucking it as I did so, and Nia screamed as she came like a torrent, arching her back as her juices sprayed out of her and across my mouth and neck as she convulsed, madly humping her groin against my face, pumping against me as the waves of pleasure blasted through her, loud groans of fulfilment accompanying each wave as they rolled through her.

At last the convulsions stopped, and her shuddering and quivering eased off, her breathing gradually returning to normal, and her tightly closed eyes opened, tears standing in the corners. She lifted her head to look at me, smiling sleepily, and held out her arms to me, inviting me to hold her. I moved back up the bed, using a corner of the sheet to swab down my face and neck before kissing her passionately.

"Love you Polar Bear!" she whispered. "And I love you too, little princess, that's why I'm marrying you!" I replied

I gathered her into myself and turned off the bedside lamp. "Go to sleep now, princess, tomorrow we have dad to deal with." 

For some reason Nia was unable to sleep, restless and muttering, unable to settle. Eventually I had to ask her what the problem was; was she worried about dad and his reaction?

Nia dismissed that, saying "It's nothing Jamie, go to sleep." I knew something was up, so I held her close to me. "Talk to me, Nia, what's the matter?"




Nia Ch. 02



"Jamie, where do you think she is?" she blurted out. "Who, princess? " I replied, suddenly knowing the answer as I asked the question.

"My big sister, Hu'e, where do you think she is, do you think she's alright, Jamie?"

I had to go carefully here. "Princess, don't go there, you can't wrack your brains over something that happened twenty-five years ago, on the other side of the world. I know you want to help mum, God, so do I, but this isn't the way to do it; let's just get this situation of ours out of the way, then we can put our heads together, try and find someone to help. There are agencies, UNICEF, Save the Children, Amnesty International, The Anti-Slavery League, people like that, they must have files and resources to track down stolen children, we can talk to them. Hu'e has been gone twenty-five years, a little longer won't make any difference, but I promise I'll help any way I can; she's mum's daughter, so that makes her my big sister too." 

"I know, Polar Bear, and thank you, but I feel so...helpless. Did you see the look on mum's face, listen to her voice when she told us about her baby? She had me, and I made up a little for the loss of the other one, but she had Hu'e first, and she hasn't given up on her, and she wants her back. I just feel bad that she's been carrying that around all this time; makes our problems seem a little...unimportant right now."

She was crying now, and I could only hold her close and try to comfort her, the way I did when she was small, as her tears rolled down her cheeks. I felt so helpless; normally I could take the tears away, get her over her blues, but this was different; mum's story had cut her deep, and there was nothing I could say that wouldn't sound trite and hollow. So I let her cry, 'til eventually she cried herself to sleep, again, my heart breaking for her sorrow that I couldn't assuage, couldn't promise her I would fix, not this time.

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Excerpt from the private diary of Nguye't Morrison, age 18 and three-quarters.

Friday, 4th July, 2008

No time yesterday to record all that has happened, suffice it to say that Jamie is now my personal property, branded, hog-tied and tagged with a big 'Hands-Off, Bitch!' tag that every girl will see a mile away! Once he wakened on Wednesday afternoon and I explained a few facts to him vis-a-vis our actual relationship, and he (with a tad of persuasion, and much embarrassing crying on my part!) accepted that I wanted him, and he wanted me, it all went 'strordinarily well! The only stupid mistake I made was falling asleep 'in flagrante', and mum caught us in bed, bare-arse nekkid, but did absolutely nothing about it, didn't even disturb us! That was shock A. Shock B was her reason for not screaming and denting Jamie's skull with a skillet. I never knew mum had a secret history, and when she told us about her first husband and who he was, his so-called 'traffic accident', the theft of her baby, being smuggled into Laos to escape the people who were supposed to protect her, well, Jamie and I were shocked, no, horrified that my tiny little mum, who bakes cakes and buns, watches and agonises over TV soaps, darns socks and laughs at dad's terrible jokes, had had such a traumatic life –I spent most of Wednesday night crying, writing this down is making me want to cry some more, especially knowing what I now know, that I have a big sister somewhere out there in the world; is she safe and well, living a good life, is she in danger, being hurt as I sit here, was she sold to a family who loved her, or was she sold into slavery, or worse? How can I find her? Who knows where to start looking when the trail is nearly 25 years old? Of course Jamie wants to do all he can to help his mum, bless his big Polar Bear heart, which is why I love him like I do, but he's right; maybe after our most pressing problem is dealt with we should contact the specialists, the people who know where and how to look.

Must go now, Polar Bear is waking, and I need him to hold me for a while.

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I woke alone, slightly disoriented, wondering where Nia was, then I heard the click-click of a keyboard, and turned to see her at my desk, wearing one of my T-shirts, her laptop open. She looked sombre, not her usual morning face, and I guessed some of last night was still swirling around in her. She looked at me, and I could see the sadness in her eyes, her face, and held out my arms, calling her back to me to comfort her.

She climbed back into bed, burrowing down against me, holding tight to me as she nuzzled my neck. 

"Hold me close, Jamie, please, I need my Polar Bear right now!" she said into my shoulder, and of course I complied; all she wanted was human contact now, warmth and tenderness, all of which I had for my little princess.

Eventually she tapped me, her signal that I could let her go a little, and she drew back slightly so she could look into my eyes. I had always been fascinated with Nia' eyes; looking into them was like staring into a mountain lake on a cloudless sunny day, bright pools of sapphire blue, like and yet so unlike mine, large, limpid, and very, very beautiful. 

"Jamie, are you scared? About tonight, dad, I mean?" she asked me.

I thought for a moment. "More apprehensive than anything, princess, but no, I'm not scared. All that stuff yesterday was just jitters; Dad's not an ogre, and he's certainly not going to hit or hurt anyone, he doesn't do that, he thinks it's barbaric. I do have a feeling like pre-exam nerves, though, how about you?"

She grinned. "Phew, I thought I was the only one. I'm more scared of losing him than scared of him, you know?" I knew, and I understood. Nia was a lot closer to dad than I was, although he and I weren't distant or anything, I suppose it was that father/daughter thing; not in a sexual way, or anything, just that 'my little girl' thing; I had the same kind of relationship with mum.

Nia dropped her head into the crook of my neck. "Whatever happens tonight, Jamie, you'll always be mine, you understand? If you go off into the world again, you'll be taking a part of me with you, so I'll always be there with you!" she murmured into the hollow of my shoulder.

I was touched; I'd never heard Nia speak this way before, and it made my chest ache as all the things I wanted to say fought to tumble out all at once. I tried to say what I was feeling. 

"Nia, I've always had a part of me inside that was always yours; when you were born you reached in and claimed that part of me, and I can never take it away from you; it's only ever been for you, I was made that way; when we young I adored you, now that we're where we are, I know that I love you more than I can say. So whatever happens tonight, you're mine, and you'll always be mine, and wherever we go, whatever we have to do, we'll go there and do it together."

Nia smiled happily, tears sparkling in her eyes as she reached up to pull my head down so she could kiss me.

"Thank you Jamie, I want you so much, I needed to hear you say how much you want me too!" 

I had finally said what I wanted to say, and it felt right. Julie had been right; I should have told Nia sooner, worried about her instead of worrying what dad was going to say. 

Nia prodded me with a finger. 

"I haven't forgotten what you said yesterday, either, Polar Bear; you promised to marry me, and I'm holding you to it!"

I slid my hands under her T-shirt, finding her gratifyingly naked under it, and squeezed her bum cheeks, making her giggle. Nia kissed me again, playfully rather than with any particular intent, I returned her kiss rather more seriously, pulling her closer to me so she could feel my cock pressing against her slit through the long T-shirt. She sighed, and slid her arms around my neck, kissing me while she gently rubbed herself against me through the material of her T-shirt, the cloth riding up until I could feel her damp heat against the head of my cock as I prodded her slit. I tugged the shirt up and slid it over her head, leaving her naked once again, and nipped and nuzzled at her delectable little nipples, teasing them into pink points, firm and rubbery against my lips and tongue. Nia's eyes were closed, a faint smile on her lips as I suckled at her, my fingers probing her buttock cleft, sliding over her puckered little starfish to rub her slit from the back, feeling her begin to seep as I slid my fingers back and forth over her slit.

When I slid a finger into her, her lips parted in a small gasp, her eyes flicking open as she caught her bottom lip between her teeth and grinned at me, eyes dancing as she waited to see what I would do next. I continued to rub and probe at her slit, dipping my fingers in to her, spreading her slickness around, nibbling her nipples as I did so, assaulting her senses as I aroused her. I turned her on her front and continued to slide my fingers, one then two, into her slick pussy, drawing gasps from her as I found and rubbed her clitoris with one finger as I penetrated her with the other. I pulled her to her knees, and leaned down to slide my tongue over her swollen labia, making her jump and gasp as I poked my tongue between the aroused folds of flesh, enjoying her scent and the taste of her pussy. I knelt between her legs, and pointed my straining cock at my target, the gap opening between her labia as they flowered open, and leaned forward, sliding into her, my cock embedded between her fabulous sexy bum cheeks. Nia groaned as I slid into her, pushing back against me, taking me in as I pushed into her. I slid my hands around her rib cage to her lovely firm little breasts, cupping them in each hand as I rubbed her nipples, making her gasp and sigh. 

I began to slowly pump in and out, building up a rhythm, squeezing her breasts in time with my thrusts. Nia moved one hand underneath her, found her clitoris, and began to rub and pet herself as we fucked, her breathing quickening as she approached her orgasm, her hand movements faster and more urgent, until, at last, she came with a loud gasping moan, her vaginal walls clenching around me as her orgasm rocketed through her; the sensation was too much for me, and with a matching groan, I sprayed her insides with my spunk, what felt like gallons of sperm roaring out of me and deep inside my beautiful Vietnamese princess. My cock convulsed and twitched as jet after jet of sperm shot into her, until I was heaving dry, my body emptied of my seed. Nia had slumped down on the pillows, her gorgeous little rump raised up to me, and I was treated to the incredibly erotic sight of my sperm oozing from her filled pussy as I withdrew, her little anus winking as the aftershocks of her orgasm whirled through her. 

I slid up next to her and gently pulled her down against me, spooning her as I kissed and nibbled the back of her neck, her shoulder, and her earlobe, wrapping my arm around her and holding her tight against me. Nia reached behind herself to gently scratch the back of my neck and caress my face. 

"Thank you Polar Bear, I love you," she murmured. "I love you too, princess!" I whispered into her ear, poking the tip of my tongue in her ear and making her giggle. 

Just then there was a knock on the door.

"Jamie, Nguye't, breakfast ready, come and eat while it hot!" called mum.

Nia and I looked at each other, and burst out laughing; this situation was just too bizarre to take seriously! 

We quickly dressed in t-shirts and shorts, a shower could wait until after breakfast, I could smell what mum had cooked, and you had to eat it hot, so no time to waste.

We charged downstairs, and yes! Mum had made Banh-Cuon, steamed rice-flour pork rolls and Pho, spicy beef soup, my two favourite things in the world to eat, in tragically short supply while I was at uni!

Once we'd taken the edge off, i.e. stopped gorging, mum sat down with us. 

"Huyn'h Jamie, Nguye't, your daddy leaving Birmingham at 5 o'clock, so he be home for 8 o'clock. I not want you be here until 10 o'clock, OK? I want to talk to daddy first, let him know and let him understand, so go out, go to cinema, go to pub or something else you find to do, but not come back until after 10 o'clock, OK? I will call you when I want you come home, and do not worry; you my children, my little boy and little girl, I make this OK for you, you doing the right thing for you, that is what matter!"

We nodded, mum obviously had this under control, and she just as obviously understood her husband, so we bowed to it; we'd find somewhere to be until then.

We lounged around the rest of the day, watching TV, killing time, trying not to pace like caged animals. Nia seemed content to huddle against me and be warm and soft, then she suddenly sat up and grinned at me. 

"Jamie, I know where we're going to spend the evening, I just have to go and make a call...!"

She dialled a number and wandered out of the room, and I heard her voice in the corridor, talking to someone. She hung up and came back in. "OK you, get your boots and socks on, we're going out, get a move one on, come on!" she grinned. I asked her where we were going, and all she would say was "Quit wasting time and get dressed, it's nearly 4, dad will be home in four hours or less!" 

I grabbed some clothes out of the closet and tugged them on, Nia coming back into my room and shaking her head in despair. "No Jamie, you are not wearing that; you look like you dressed in the dark in a thrift shop. Those nice, tight black jeans of yours, not those horrible condemned things you've got on for a start, and a nice plain shirt –you're taking your girlfriend out, not dodging lectures to shoot pool!" I had to grin; I considered asking her what was so wrong with baggy cut-off jeans and yellow Aloha shirts with green and orange parrots on them, but instead grinned at what she'd said. "So you're my girlfriend, yes?" I teased her, and she grinned back. "Damned straight I am, polar-boy, don't you forget it either!"

Mentally resigning myself to a future of being led around shops and having clothes bought for me, I wore what she handed me from my closet, fondly waving goodbye to my days of dressing like a slob because it was comfortable; so this was what it was like, being the male half of a couple...

As I was dressing I watched Nia dress in her usual leggings and loose top, and daydreamed about stripping her off and ravaging her, even checking my watch to see if we actually had time for a little afternoon delight. She seemed to be having the same thoughts, as she padded across the floor to me and draped herself around my neck, kissing me with thought and attention to detail. I immediately sprang to attention, Nia feeling it as she slowly undulated against me, smiling gently as she rubbed herself against me. 

I slid my hands into the waistband of her leggings, cupping her shapely little buttocks as I pulled her against me, feeling the thong she was wearing, and sliding a finger under it to lightly rub her slit from the rear. She giggled and rubbed herself harder against me, making my erection even harder and more urgent, if that was possible.

I'd had enough of this now, and I pushed her leggings down as far as I could, Nia fumbling with the button of my jeans and shoving them down without ungluing her lips from mine. She stepped away so she could pull her top over her head, and there she was, in a tiny black thong that barely covered her cute little muff and a wispy, lacy black bra. I closed in, tugging down my shorts as she unhooked her bra, my best friend standing out solid and ready for action. Nia grinned happily, taking hold of me as I gathered her in again, kissing her as I slid my hand down the front of her thong, gently cupping her soft little pussy, feeling the heat starting to emanate from it, and the lips beginning to swell as I gently rubbed and teased them apart, eventually sliding a finger into her and circling her clitoris with the pad of my thumb. Her tongue worked against mine as we kissed, our hands working as we masturbated each other, our breathing deepening as we became more aroused. 

Nia broke away to lead me to the bed, climbing onto it and holding her arms out in invitation. I slid up next to her and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her close to me and pressing my erection into her belly, trapping it between us. She slid down the bed and onto her back, giving me access to her beautiful little breasts and sexy nipples. I kissed down her neck to her nipples, drawing them between my teeth; I knew she liked this, and her sighs and gasps told me I was having an effect. I suckled on her lovely sexy teats, turning them into hard little rubbery nubs, firm and delectable against my lips, before kissing down her abdomen to her soft peach-fuzz patch of pubic hair, and slid between her legs to lick her succulent little labia, swelling and blushing dark as I watched. I lapped at her, feeling her lips swell even further, parting under my tongue, her scent rich and strong and attractive, inviting me to lap further, taste her some more. I probed her innermost recesses with my tongue, Nia writhing and murmuring, holding my head firmly against her sweet pussy, rubbing herself against me as I lapped and rasped at her.

As her juices flowed more freely over my tongue and chin, I rubbed her little tight pucker, lubricating it, and slowly slid my finger into her, making her gasp and gyrate her hips at the new feeling, and slowly pumping my finger as I probed and stabbed with my tongue at her clitoris. Her moans and sighs were becoming more pronounced, her movement against me more intent, as her orgasm approached, and I sucked her clitoris between my lips and rubbed my tongue over it. Nia came in a series of waves, a crescendo building within her, and when I jammed my tongue into her sweet little anus as hard as I could, she screamed as she climaxed with shattering force, her thighs clamping against my head, her tendons and muscles taut as guitar strings as she convulsed, arching off the bed in the extremity of her pleasure, her fingers tightening in my hair as her hands clutched at my head.

At last she came down from that high place, muscles relaxing to allow her to slump back down with a groan, her breathing harsh and heavy, eyes rolled back in her head, her throat palpitating as her pulse fluttered.

She opened her eyes and looked at me, smiling. "What the hell was that, Polar Bear?" she grinned, "Because you can keep doing that, as many times as you like! Holy shit, that was good!"

I slid up next to her, nuzzling her, Nia opening her legs again and pulling me on top of her. "Your turn, my big Polar Bear!" she smiled. My erection was like a steel bar, and Nia took hold of me, positioning me until I felt the heat of her pussy against my head. With one smooth slow lunge I was inside her, making her gasp at the sensation, her knees coming up and draping over my arms to increase the angle of penetration. I began slowly pumping my cock into her, she sighing and murmuring as I slid in and out of her, increasing my tempo until I was pumping as hard and as fast as I could. I was already so stimulated that I knew I wouldn't last long, and I put my hands behind her knees and pushed her legs up until her knees were level with her shoulders, her feet pointing at the ceiling, doubling her over underneath me. Nia gasped at this position, my cock pumping deeply into her at an entirely new angle; I could feel her catching up with me as my climax approached. She pumped against me as I hammered into her, until, with a long drawn out groan, she came again, her vaginal walls clamping and squeezing at me as she orgasmed, the sensation too much for me and my spunk boiled over and into her, erupting in long, satisfying jets, the feeling so intense my vision whited-out as my eyeballs rolled back in my head, and my ears popped and crackled. I pumped until there was nothing more to give, the spray of semen reduced to a trickle as I emptied out, giving all I had to this beautiful girl.




Nia Ch. 03



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Excerpt from the private diary of Nguye't Morrison:

Saturday, 23 April, 2011

Tomorrow I shall graduate, I shall be Ms. Nguye't Morrison LLB, B. Anth (Hons). Feels funny, I've been in school of one sort or another since I was 4 years old, now to be thrust out into the cold, cold world and have to fend for myself after 17 years, feels scary, or it would be if I didn't have the Polar Bear and his wisecracks and obscure sense of humour --I swear, he gets more like dad every day; even mum's taken to looking at him sideways...

Now that he's a Captain of Industry (or at least boss of his own practice, anyway) he finally has the time and space to work with me on finding my sister. Our goal has never changed, from the day we found out about her, and Jamie has been a godsend, with all his odd contacts and furtive little friends in the world's out-of-the-way places, digging for hints, clues, or information, finding a piece here, a grain there, always working towards getting her back. Poor baby, he really has put his heart and soul into this, and I love him all the more for it. 

He sent me a fabuloso graduation present, a platinum bracelet set with blue-tinged diamonds from Hong Kong, he says they match my eyes -- isn't that sweet? He's due back in later this afternoon from Hong Kong, one of his minions is collecting him from Heathrow and bringing him directly here, the parents can have him when I've finished with him! 

He also said he has a lead, something solid, so he's a little excited, well, a lot excited but trying not to show it, but he thinks he may have got the first piece of the puzzle of where my sister, Hu'e, disappeared to, and where she went after that piece of shit police captain took her. After much persuading, mum told us his name, and the district he controlled, and Polar Bear took it from there, so if he's made a start, we have a jumping-off point at last. 

When mum told me, I wanted to get the Vietnamese government to hunt him down, corral him so I could have a word with him, maybe rip off his arm and beat him with the wet end, but common sense prevailed (Jamie) and we agreed we'd do this slowly and methodically, although when I do find that baby-stealing piece of shit, I am going to shove a stiletto heel so far up his arse it's going to bruise his tonsils. Then I'm going twist it until one of his eyeballs falls out. Polar Bear says I have deep-seated, unresolved anger issues...

When I was young, I read a children's book of folk stories from around the world, and one of the stories was from Malaysia, about Pontianak, the Child-Stealer, who came into houses at night and took children, and it frightened me for years, I was afraid it would come and take me. Mum always told me there are no such things, made me feel safe again, but now I know there really is a child-stealer, and he came and he stole my sister away, and I swear to the Goddess I will get her back!

I start my new job in mid-May, not the beginning, Jamie asked me to defer for two weeks but didn't say why, so he's up to something, it better be good! I will be a Junior Counsel with the Legal Protection Unit, based in central London, so just a bus-ride to work in the morning, and I can't wait; for a start, I get unrestricted access to UNICEF and their Child Search Database, plus I get to sift through the reports that come through via sister agencies and people like Amnesty International, and Child Rights Coalition Asia. 

I'll do the think-work, and Jamie'll do the legwork, and maybe we can track down my sister, find that little girl he stole from her mother, from her family, from me, and let her know who she is, tell her about her real mother, who never stopped loving her, who never stopped wanting her, and maybe, give my mum some peace of mind at last. 

Anyway, I suspect Jamie's got some good news for me, as he's been in Qui Nhon, about 200 miles from Da Nang, looking at on-shore thingummies for oil and gas whatnots, and I suspect he may have been sneaking around Da Nang, having a bit of a snoop, and whatever he found has made him excited, but he's trying to hold it down and play it cool; Ha! The last time he fooled me, I was 6, he told me to pull his finger, so I did...

He'd better be champing at the bit when he gets here, I am, and I plan on making jungle music with him, so his blowpipe better be in full working order!

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My contact in Vietnam, a really nice, almost honest police Colonel called Phuoc Dienh, for two bottles of Chivas and a tickle with a hundred dollar bill, agreed to let me look at the records the Vietnam Security Force have been collecting on missing children from 1983 to the present day, and I noticed one thing. Almost all records from the Da Nang area were marked as 'Case Closed' or 'Unsolved', and were signed off by the same Police Captain, Minh Thuyet, then later Police Commander Thuyet.

I asked my new friend what was the likelihood that this particular Captain was in some way connected to the disappearances, and got back a suddenly blank, professional face, all smiles that didn't reach his eyes.

"Police work can be so overwhelming when your force spread so thin! Perhaps I have a little chat with him, I sure he be happy to clear this up, with overwork and everything else, he obviously sign them off by mistake. Oh dear, what a scamp he is!" 

And Colonel Dienh, with his happy smiling face, and flat unsmiling eyes, closed the file cabinets, escorted me out of the Record Room, and walked with me all the way back to my hotel, obviously concerned I'd get lost on my way there, talking about everything, saying nothing at all..

At last I had confirmation. I already knew the name of the police captain who'd taken Hu'e; it was a Captain Thuyet, mum had told me, now I knew his first name, and that he'd signed off dozens of missing child reports over several decades.

I was going to get no more here. Now that the police higher-up's knew I was looking, they'd make sure there was nothing to find, nothing to sully Vietnam's reputation as a holiday spot; they'd deal with him internally, and that was what I was most afraid of; I knew all about Chi Hoa, the fearsome high-security prison in Ho Chi Minh City, and once he ended up in there, probably incarcerated under a different name, my search would be over -- we'd never see or hear of him again. 

The Vietnamese officials were doing their best to clean up the mess that followed the war, and were eager present themselves as a progressive, modern nation; true, and to their credit, the corruption and post-war incompetence had been largely eradicated; but there were still echoes of it, and I was hearing them loudly right now.

I made a call to the man who'd given me Col. Dienh, Lieng Ho An, the Exploration Coordinator and generally nice guy, and asked him if he could put in a word with the government officials who managed the project, try and get me back in a room with Col. Dienh. 

While I waited for Lieng, I actually got a significant amount of work done; after all, I was there to examine the potential of the inshore oil deposits everyone was convinced existed, and deep-water offshore drilling was decidedly risky with China sabre-rattling over the South China Sea, so I had a lot to keep me occupied.

10 days passed, I was due to leave, and then I got a call from Lieng.

"Jamie, the Colonel has agreed to see you again, but it will be in private, in the open, at the Blowout Preventer site, and he wants to do it tonight, so meet me downstairs in 15 minutes!" 

I was ready when Lieng arrived, and we drove to the Preventers, abstract-looking steel sculptures in a maze of large-bore pipes and diverter valves under the test well drilling rigs, where we waited for a few minutes. A sleek saloon car pulled up and a dark figure came towards us.

"James, Lieng," He nodded, and motioned for me to follow him. Lieng stayed in view of the car and remained where he was.

The colonel started speaking. 

"James, Lieng Ho An has told me more of why you so interested in Minh Thuyet. I will tell you he not District Commander anymore. I shall speak with him later, he waiting for me in Security Force barracks here in Da Nang, we shall have an...interesting and informative conversation; I am sure I will learn many more new and...interesting... things. This not a good thing that he do, and it not liked that people asking these questions. I help you because this wrong, it must stop! Too much of the old ways still here, he part of that, and for this, Thuyet will not see Da Nang again, but I have details from him of what he been...doing for last 30 years. He know where he going, he want very much to help, it only chance he got. Read this and learn, it make... instructive...reading. I give this to you, but it did not come from me, and I do not know you, have not met you, I not here now, and we have never spoken. Your work here in Vietnam is completed, now you will go, do not return. Good luck James!"

He handed me an envelope and walked back to his car, got in, and drove away. 

Lieng drove me back to my hotel, where I looked over what Dienh had given me; a thick wad of photocopied typewritten pages, single spaced and dense, no paragraphs.

I interleaved each page with the pages in the project file I had, and packed it away with my stuff, waiting for the Courtesy Bus to take me to Da Nang Airport.

I arrived back at Heathrow to find Mike, one of my interns, waiting for me. "You got the short straw, eh?" I grinned at him, as we loaded my cases, and he tried not to nod, didn't quite succeed. I felt for him; I'd spent enough time dogs-bodying to not wish it on anyone else, but someone had to do it, and he got unlucky. 

When we got to the flat, he helped me schlep all my stuff in, then headed back to the office to let everyone know that the boss was back, no doubt so they could clear away any incriminating evidence. 

I called out for Nia, and she answered from the bedroom, so I grinned, taking my clothes off as I stumbled over furniture in my haste to get naked and go seriously gorilla on her. I burst open the bedroom door, fully expecting to see her naked, looking all sultry and needy, lack of Jamie glowing all over her. Instead she was fully dressed, her glasses perched on her nose, laptop in hand. 

"Taking a shower, were you? Bathroom's that way, Jamie, unless there was something else...?" Damn, my sister's one sexy piece, and trying to look all surprised and innocent was just pressing one button after another with me.

I gave an inarticulate growl. 3 weeks, 3 fucking weeks. It was more than human flesh was meant to take, you try spending 20 days with a permanent erection, see how much fun that is! 

Nia gaped at me, then slowly gave that grin, the one that usually leads to us doing sticky things to each other, young Jamie making a spirited attempt to poke me in the eye. I grabbed her as I kissed her as long and as well as I knew how, her hands sliding around my neck as I fumbled with her bra under her top. She stepped back a moment to yank her top over her head and shrug off her bra, and I pulled her close again and slid my hands down inside the back of her leggings, cupping her lovely pinchable little bum and edging down her leggings. She pushed them all the way off and hooked her panties, but I got there first; I love sliding her panties off, it always leads somewhere nice!

I held her and kissed her some more, while squeezing and massaging her taut little cheeks, my cock sandwiched between us. Nia loves me to nibble on her nipples, and so I dipped down, licking and sucking, her breathing becoming deeper, and her hands found me, one hand cupping and gently squeezing my scrotum while she slowly pumped and squeezed my cock with the other. My hands roamed over her, touching, squeezing, fondling, tactile memory remembering her all over again as her breasts entranced me, my hand slowly working its way between her thighs to gently rub and touch , sliding between her labia to gently part the lips and slowly insert my finger into her, feeling her soft dampness, her heat against my hand. We stood and kissed and explored, gently masturbating each other, her pumping of me firm and rhythmic but not insistent, and my caressing of her vulva and slick little clitoris keeping her on the edge, almost tormenting her, but not cruelly, keeping her on the brink to make her orgasm later all the more intense, a game we had played before and understood the rules of.

I drew back from her, urging her down to the bed, rolling myself on and pulling her with me, Nia on her back, her nipples within reach and too tempting to refuse, her parted thighs an invitation for me to explore again her secret places, an invitation I took up eagerly. 

At last, tired of playing, I pulled her on top of me, so I could see her fabulous eyes, kiss her delectable lips, and hold her springy, firm buttocks as I pulled her against me. I wanted to taste her again, and she saw the need in my eyes, and slowly slid herself up my torso, her legs curling around my arms, until her moist little pussy was above my mouth. As she gently undulated against me, I licked and lapped at her, tasting her sweet juices, feeling her labia swell even further as her arousal increased, her eyes closing as she held the headboard of the bed, holding most of her weight off me. 

She pressed and rubbed her damp and swollen pussy against my face while I held her buttocks, pushing her against my mouth, my tongue delving and probing inside her. I started swirling gently around her clitoris as it pulsed and thrummed like a little fingertip, and her juices began flooding my mouth as she rode my face, pushing herself more and more insistently against me, until, when I licked hard and sucked her clitoris, she came with a gurgling, heartfelt groan of release, her head thrown back and throat and neck muscles corded with the intensity of her release, her secretions pouring down my lips and chin. 

I had to hold her up to stop her slumping down over my mouth and nose, her muscles seemed to not be functioning, so I carefully slid her back down, collecting what I could of her delicious juices (finger-lickin' good, by the way!) before I wiped down my chin and neck with a facecloth we always kept in the nightstand for just this eventuality...

I held her close until her heartbeat slowed and her breathing became more regular, then she opened her eyes and kissed me gently. 

"Welcome home, Polar Bear, is that all you brought me from the fabled Orient?" she grinned, and I couldn't help but grin, even though I had a pressing problem that I would have liked attending to!

"Oh yes!" she said, and her hand came up to stroke me, wrapping around me and pumping gently, before wriggling around and licking my length, making me groan. 

"Oh yes, you like that, don't you?" she teased, gently blowing and breathing on the head of my cock, teasing me, paying me back for keeping her on the brink for so long.

Her lips slid over the end, and her tongue swirled and licked, tasting me as she licked and sucked, the head swelling as she stimulated me. She began sucking in earnest, her head bobbing as she sucked, the lowered pressure making my cockhead more sensitive, and her tongue washing across the tip of my cock was completely delightful. As she sucked she pumped, and finally, she sucked one last time and dragged her tongue across the slit in the end of my cock. I could hold back no longer, and blasted jet after jet of spunk, 3 weeks' worth of pent up need in an orgasmic spraying of my seed into her hot and willing mouth. Nia gulped and swallowed as best she could, the sheer volume of ejaculate threatening to choke her as long spurts of semen continued to boil out of me. 

At last, I had no more, the flow of spunk diminishing to a trickle. Nia cleaned the last traces of sperm from my cockhead, and popped me out of her mouth, giving Jamie junior a reassuring pat before scooting up to lie next to me, her grin in evidence again.

"I should send you away more often, if you're gonna go a gusher like that when you get back!" she smiled, and I could only agree. 3 weeks surrounded by girls who looked amazingly like her, it was almost too much to bear, a priapic nightmare. I had deliberately not done anything about it, because I wanted her to get the benefit; apparently she had! 

Nia slid up the bed next to me and kissed me, grinning as she drummed her fingers on my chest.

"So what else did you bring me, Jamie, or is that it? she teased, eyes dancing as she rubbed and stroked my chest, feeling my heartbeat slow back to something like normal.

"I have some information for you, princess, the detailed confession of a Police Commander who's apparently been involved in the child-trafficking racket for decades; you should read this, his name is Minh Thuyet."

Nia's ears pricked up. "Thuyet? Isn't he the one...?" She asked, face no longer amused and playful, now only alert and attentive.

"The very same," I agreed, "and apparently he's been a very busy man for years. You need to read this, I can't, my Tieng Viet isn't good enough, but I've been told it makes for very interesting reading!" 

I got up and went to find my note-case, and Nia helped me re-collate the pages as I took them from between the leaves of the project documentation where I'd hidden them from prying eyes.

Nia started reading the densely typed pages, concentration totally focused, eyes scanning the pages like twin lasers, as she read through the detailed confession of the man who'd murdered her uncle and stolen her sister.

I was suddenly invisible. When I got up to have a shower, Nia didn't even waver, not noticing as I left, sitting cross-legged on the bed reading, a vertical line between her eyebrows as she read. I knew that line of old, it was her one external sign of deep anger; she was furious.

When I came back into the bedroom, towelling-off my hair, she was sitting at her laptop, still naked, the confession propped up as she made notations on a spreadsheet she was creating. I peered over her shoulder and saw she was creating a timeline, referencing each case that Thuyet had been questioned about against district, approximate date, name, physical description and sex of the child, age of the child when the disappearance was reported, and name of recipient or place where the child was delivered, plus the amount he was paid for each child. That line was still there, so I left her undisturbed; I'd been on the end of a broadside before when that line had been there, I had no wish to set that off tonight, not when she was graduating tomorrow. Besides, I had a couple of things to do while she was distracted, so I did them without any inconvenient questions from her.

After nearly three hours, I heard her sigh and yawn as she stretched, putting her glasses down on her keyboard. She had tears in her eyes, but whether from yawning, or for any other reason, I couldn't tell.

"Oh Jamie, this is like wading through a cess-pit, I feel so dirty, hug me and make me feel clean again, please, Polar Bear!" she asked me, and of course I did. She looked terrible, sad, and haggard, dull-eyed and exhausted, as though she'd spent a day of hard labour instead of reading 40-something typed pages.




Nia Ch. 03



"Jamie, did you ever read something that made you feel like you needed to take off your skin and wash it on the inside as well?" she asked me, her voice quavering, and knowing how near to tears she was I hugged her as close as I could, stroking her hair and back, calming her down, soothing her.

"You need to stop now, princess," I told her, "this stuff can wait, don't try and wade through it all tonight, you have to pace yourself. Little bites, princess, little bites."

"I know, Jamie, but after so little to go on, this is a goldmine, but it still makes me retch with disgust, that a man could do that...!" She was near tears again, and I could only hold her as she echoed and resonated with all that she had learned, her heart breaking for all those children that man had taken, all those families he'd shattered for his thirty pieces of silver.

As I held her I rocked her, as though she were still the little girl who'd cry on my lap because she wanted something, or had lost something, or sometimes just had the blues, 

I could feel her tenseness slowly dissipating, her breathing becoming stronger, slower, less angry, her jaw muscles against my cheek loosening as she unclenched her teeth and relaxed.

Finally, she looked up and looked into my eyes, her eyes clear and calm again, her face relaxed and peaceful. "OK Jamie, I'm good now, thank you, baby!"

I grinned with relief. "if you're ready, Nia, you should have a shower, we're supposed to be having dinner with the parents in..." I looked at my watch, "just over an hour, so you better get a move on, princess!"

Her eyes widened. "Shit, Jamie, why didn't you...!" she said as she jumped up and darted around, rummaging in the linen closet for a bath towel, muttering at me "You could have said something, Jamie, I mean, you knew what time we're..."

I held up a hand. "Less talk, more shower, now!"

She darted past me, clouting me on the back of the head with the rolled-up towel as she ran into the bathroom. I was starting to feel tired now, even though I'd slept for nearly the whole 12-hour flight from Hong Kong to Heathrow, but it was edging up to 6pm, and my body clock was telling me it was 2am, and I had the nasty suspicion I'd be passing out with my face in my plate. Knowing dad, he'd probably just decorate the top of my head with whipped cream and take pictures for the fridge; after all, I know what he's like, it wouldn't be the first time I've starred in one of his little pranks... 

Nia came bursting in and jolted me awake, muttering and fuming, still mad at me for not disturbing her sooner. I manfully held my peace, as I am allowed to be in the right approximately Zero percent of the time, and pointing out to her that she's actually in the wrong is both futile and extremely hazardous to my hearing.

Nia eventually settled on what she was going to wear, which baffled me; we were going to have dinner at mum's, not sip tea with the Queen, she could have worn sack-cloth and ashes and no-one would have batted an eyelid. I was wearing what I always wore at home, and I classed the parents' as home as well as here; jeans and a sweatshirt. As I watched Nia dress, I was reminded of the old colonial cliché, keeping up standards abroad in front of the natives etc, dressing for dinner, everyone dressed in black ties and dinner suits and sipping sherry by 7pm, dinner at 7:30m sharp.

"What are you grinning at, Polar Boy?" snapped Nia, still miffed that she hadn't had 4 hours to dress herself in exactly what she was wearing now, to go to dinner round the corner, at our parents place.

"Nothing princess, if you've finished, shall we make a move? Mum's expecting us in 15 minutes, so di di mao, Nia!"

Nia grinned at me using Vietnamese slang at her, almost my entire vocabulary in one sentence.

"You're a bloody disgrace, Jamie!" she grinned, "if mum heard you using language like that she'd slap you one! All those years trying to get some Viet into your thick head, and that's all you can say, I'm ashamed of you!"

Well, at least she'd recovered enough to banter with me, that was a good sign.

Mum was all over me. I'd only been gone 3 weeks, you'd think I been gone three years the way she fussed over me, Nia looking at me from behind her with one slightly raised eyebrow as if to say 'Lap it up, boy, don't expect this when we get home!'

"So happy little boy come home safe! Vietnam still not safe place, maybe in holiday resorts in Nha Trang or Halong Bay or Hue, but tourists protected there, everywhere else you just wealthy foreigner, people want to take you money any way they can, you get hurt, they not care!"

I protested that I wasn't wealthy.

Her answer was succinct. "They not know that, it enough that you look like you have dollars on you. Promise me you not go again, little boy!" 

As I'd already been warned away, it was an easy promise to give, and the evening warmed-up again in no time at all.

Mum really is an excellent cook, a talent Nia had inherited, but there was something about mum's cooking that kept us coming back. Many evenings I'd come home to find the flat empty, and I'd stroll around the corner and find Nia and mum chatting in the kitchen, usually cooking something together. 

I'd brought gifts for mum and dad, a Peridot and Burmese ruby brooch for mum from Ho Chi Minh City, and a pair of ruby-inset silver cuff-links for dad from Hong Kong, both received graciously and with a thank-you kiss from mum.

Dinner was the usual, dad keeping us in stitches with his off the cuff remarks and stories about the antics of his team at work, his sense of humour coming to the fore as he gave me a run-down of the news in the three weeks I'd been away. He'd accepted that Nia and I were a couple, had no issues (or none that he ever raised with us) with us living together, had even helped us find the flat. Mum had put her foot down and insisted we live locally, which wasn't as awkward as you might think; this is South London, move two streets away from where you were born and you become a complete stranger, entirely anonymous, so it was easy for Nia and I to be just another couple of young professionals in a sea of them. It was also for that very reason that if I was away for more than one night, Nia stayed back at the parent's.

Sometime around 9pm I must have flaked out, the last thing I remember was sitting on the couch and chatting with dad about the global economy and the oil business in general, and the clock finally caught up with me. For me, it was 5am, Hanoi time, and the conversation became surreal, then just silly as I slipped further and further into sleep.

I woke at 4 am, according to my watch, slightly disoriented, and covered in a throw, my back killing me from being slumped on the couch for so long. As it was still dark, I thought I'd find our room, sneak into bed, and stretch out for a few more hours; today was Nia's graduation, and we had to be at The LSE Old Building at 11 am to collect her robe, mortar-board cap and ecclesiastical purple tabard with the gold border, then walk her to the Peacock Theatre for the actual Graduation ceremony, then photographs etc, so I wanted to be fresh and alert. 

I'd ditched my own Graduation ceremony, technically speaking I'd graduated as soon as I received my transcript showing I'd passed all course modules, so I'd collected my degree from the Course Director's secretary and blown out of town to come home. I was anxious that Nia have a perfect day, she'd worked hard and long hours, working toward her Law degree with an Anthropology Honour, so she deserved to have her day. I'd managed a good Second Class degree, but she'd earned an Honours Degree, so a little bit of pomp was due.

I gently opened the door on the top-floor bedroom and eased it open, sure enough, there was Nia, just visible in the faint light from the pre-dawn sky, fast asleep with her arm thrown across the pillow next to her, her customary sleeping pose. Many was the night I'd woken and removed that arm from my face or the back of my head, or been woken when it conked me one as she turned in her sleep and dropped it on me. She was wearing a T-shirt and panties, and I stood and enjoyed the view for a few seconds before quietly stripping off, no thoughts other than to get a couple more hours sleep.

I moved her arm gently, sliding into bed slowly so as not to disturb her, pulling the covers back up, and sliding my arm around her waist.

"Mmm, hello Jamie" she sighed.

"Sshhh, go back to sleep." I murmured back to her, rubbing her tummy lightly, something that always sent her back to sleep, and she turned on her side and spooned me, wriggling herself up against me and sliding her arm onto my hip, her hand gently patting me.

I tried to get back to sleep, but damn, my body clock was still ticking on Hanoi time, and it was telling me it was nearly midday; added to that was Jamie jr, who'd woken up and was nudging Nia in her delectable, panty-clad rump, so conveniently pressed right into my lap.

I tried ignoring it; she had a big day coming up, and she needed her rest, but then, to add to my discomfort, she began rolling her hips, rubbing her buttocks against me, pushing herself back against me.

"Are you awake?" I whispered, and heard her intake of breath.

"Uh, Yeah, Jamie!" she whispered back, squirming round to face me. "I've been waiting for you to come to bed for hours now, hold me, Polar Bear!"

I slid my arm under her, and pulled her to me by her tight little buttocks, kissing her soundly.

"You need to rest, baby, you've got a busy day ahead, you don't want to fall asleep in the middle of it!" I whispered.

"I can rest later!" she whispered back," right now I want to do this!" and she grabbed hold of me and pumped hard, twice.

I needed no further encouragement, sliding down her panties while she tugged off her T-shirt. I slid my shorts down and Nia immediately took hold of me, sliding her hand up and down gently as she cupped my testicles.

"Oh yes, someone's in the mood all right!" she giggled, and gasped as I slid a finger into her moist little pussy, turning into a sigh as I rubbed and slipped my finger in and out of her.

"Oh yes, Polar Bear, just like that!" she breathed, her grip on me becoming firmer as she pumped me harder, her lips more insistent as we kissed, our tongues fencing and darting against each other.

Nia rolled onto her back and her legs parted, allowing me to dip down and nibble and lick her lovely firm nipples, savouring the feel of their rubbery hardness against my teeth as I drew them out.

Her breathing quickened, and she pulled my head up to kiss me.

"Now Jamie, please...!"

I positioned myself between her thighs and leaned over her, slowly sliding my cock into her sopping pussy, feeling her open up to accommodate me, her grunt of pleasure as I filled her with myself. She wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled me down to her, kissing me as I began pumping into her in a regular rhythm, her hips rising up to meet me as she ground her pussy against me.

We pumped and ground at each other, in perfect opposition, as I pumped down, she rose up to meet me, our movements speeding up, gaining urgency as we approached our mutual climax, my whole world centered around pleasuring this beautiful girl who loved me, and I loved above all else, my sexy, sassy, exotic sister. 

When her orgasm hit her, Nia cried out loud, her hands gripping my shoulders like talons and her head thrown back to show her neck muscles and tendons in sharp relief as her pussy massaged my cock, the ripples as she clenched and unclenched in time to the waves crashing through her milking me. I couldn't hold back any longer and jetted my sperm deep inside her, long, fast spurts blasting out of me, one after the other, until I had no more, and my cock dry-heaved as my climax slowly eased and finally faded. 

The ripples and sucking sensation gradually died away, and her hips dropped back down to the bed, to pull me to her and kiss me hard and with serious intent.

"I love you, Nguye't Morrison, did I ever tell you?" I asked her, nuzzling her and finally grazing on her lips.

"I love you too, Polar Bear, don't ever forget that!" she grinned as she broke our kiss, and I realised I could see her much more clearly now. Dawn would be breaking soon, and we both needed to get some more rest before Nia's big day started in earnest.

We came down for breakfast at 8:30, mum already in the kitchen grilling bacon and sausages, making toast and scrambling eggs, how one tiny woman did all those at the same time was beyond me, but she'd long perfected the art of making the difficult look easy, and the impossible merely slightly difficult. Mum sat with us while the coffee was brewing, and smiled knowingly at us, Nia, and probably me as well, going scarlet as she realised mum had heard us in the early morning. 

Mum handed me the butter and said "Naughty little boy!" grinning all the time. 

Nia piped up. "Mum, about this morning, I...!" and mum just shushed her, smiling broadly.

"It alright, you live together, you supposed to do this things. Besides, it give daddy ideas...!" she smiled archly.

I choked on my coffee. No, no, no, no! Too much information! Oh Dear God, please rewind so I didn't just hear that...

Nia looked stunned, her face paling as she took in what mum had just said, then she started to blush again, and my ears were boiling hot as I reddened again.

Mum looked at us with that half-smile on her face, one eyebrow raised, then turned away and went back to making toast, humming under her breath.

Dad came in then, trailed his hand over the back of my head and walked over to mum and hugged her, kissed the top of her head and sat down at the table, that knowing grin pasted on his face as well. I braced myself for one of his not-questions, or some thinly-veiled innuendo, but he just buttered some toast as he grinned at the two of us. This was getting too weird, so I excused myself, took my plate and went through to the lounge, anywhere to escape the thought of the two of them awake, listening, grinning, getting...Eeuwww! 

Nia came found me. "OK , that was more than slightly weird, and huge creepy, never again are we going to do anything like that again in this house! They might as well have been standing there with their ears pressed to the walls!"

She suddenly giggled. "You should have seen your face, you looked like you'd just bitten into a slug!" 

She got up and went to shut the door.

"Jamie, I found out some more about Hu'e, got a description of her from mum, and it wasn't easy, believe me. Anyway, I saw something about a child who matches that description in ...!"

I cut her short. "Not today, Nia, this can wait, it has to. If you go digging through that stuff again this morning you won't want to leave it to go and graduate! First things first!"

She looked rebellious, but calmed down as she thought about what I'd said.

"OK Jamie, then you help me remember, OK? Mum said she had a birthmark on the left side of her neck, just like her. One of the children Thuyet abducted in 1983 from Hoa Hiep, in the Lien Chieu district in Da Nang, where mum lived, was described with the same thing; he said it was a girl, end of 1983, 'sinh dánh dau vào phía bên trái cua co cua cô; birth mark on the left side of her neck'! Jamie, that was Hu'e, and we know where she was taken! I listed all the purchasers' names he'd given, and I remember that one because it seemed the most likely match for her. We know where she went!"

I had to calm her down, now she was becoming agitated, so I compromised.

"OK Nia, this is what you do. When we get back to the flat, I want you to highlight and annotate that child on your spreadsheet and email it to me. I know, from what I've learned, the babies stolen from Vietnam, Cambodia and Laos go through Luang Prabang in Laos to the Snake-Head people-trafficking gangs in Chiang Rai in Thailand, and from there to Chiang Mai, and are sold and sent out into the world from there, so the best chance of tracking her is a guy I sort of know in the Thai Border Protection Force on the Laos/Thai border. I'll email your spreadsheet and ask him nicely to have a dig-around, find out which of the snake-head gangs was operating in the area in 1983. If he can find that out, I'll take a trip, and no, you can't come; a girl like you is worth a great deal more than any baby out there, you won't be safe for an instant, so you stay here. Deal?" 

She nodded, pleased to actually have a plan, and with that, we decided to head home, we needed to get changed and get Nia to the LSE Old Building to get her cap and gown and photograph. Mum and dad would be at the Peacock for 12:30, so we'd see them then. 

The ceremony was all it promised to be; almost 150 Law graduates and their families, speeches from the Senior faculty, and the Commencement Speech given by the Course Director in his red Rector's robe and soft black hat, then all the graduates were called on stage to be congratulated and shake hands with the Dean of the School. 

Eventually Nia was called, mum weeping and even dad looking a little teary as she was called.

"Nguye't Laura Morrison!" and Nia walked across the stage beaming, to shake hands with the Course Director and Dean of the School, everyone applauding as she joined the ranks of graduated students on the left side of the auditorium.

When the ceremony was over, we took photographs outside, then returned to the old Building for a wine and canapés buffet laid on for the new graduates, and after we'd toasted Nia, and I'd gotten a big and very heartfelt kiss from her, dad not looking pained, for a change, he nodded at me and tapped his pocket.

"Nia," I began, "I know how much this means to you, and to celebrate, I have a little surprise for you" I took the package dad handed me. "When we've finished here, we're going to St.Pancras. We have a Eurostar to catch, we're going to Paris!"

Nia was speechless. I know the bracelet was her graduation gift, but that was for her; this was for both of us. We needed to get away, recharge, just be a young couple for a while. This whole thing with Hu'e was eating us up, and I wanted Nia to get some perspective back in her life, be a 22 year-old girl for a while instead of the vengeful seeker of justice stance she was increasingly adopting.

Mum and dad had picked up the flight bag I had packed for us the previous evening, while Nia was so preoccupied with the papers I had brought back, stashing it in the car, so we collected it and stopped a passing black cab, kissing mum and waving off dad as we left to go to Paris.

The journey was amazing. Once we cleared the tunnel, the train flashed along at nearly 250km and hour, and in just over 2 hours we were standing on the platform at Gare Du Nord in Paris. We hailed a taxi and went to the hotel I'd booked, the Hôtel du Collectionneur Arc de Triomphe on rue de Courcelles, in the 8th Arrondissement, looking towards the Arc de Triomphe.

The room was magnificent, Nia quite overwhelmed by the view, looking directly down the Avenue de Wagram to the Arc de Triomphe on the Champs Elysees, and the fact that the hotel was convenient for Montmartre, Les Invalides, the Louvre, the Jardin des Tuileries, and the Luxembourg Palace.

"So, darling, are you pleased with your gift?" I asked her, grinning, and watched her eyes soften.

"Oh Jamie, you already gave me such a lovely gift, you didn't have to do this as well!" she murmured, "But I'm really glad you did!"

"Right, Nia," I said, "what do you want to do first?"

She looked at me for a second. "What I would really love to do, is find a cafe and drink coffee on the sidewalk and eat patisserie!"

I had a quick word with the maître and followed his recommendation, finding a really nice bistro with sidewalk seating and waiter service, and we ordered café, brioche, tarte tartin, and pain au chocolat and watched Paris while we munched our patisserie. At last, Nia seemed to be relaxing, that edginess I'd been seeing starting to dissipate, her eyes bright and interested in something else for a change. 




Nia Ch. 03



We lounged for an hour or so, the late afternoon sunshine much warmer than London for some reason, before deciding to go for a stroll, see the wide boulevards and avenues of central Paris and the beautiful people as they strolled, being effortlessly elegant. 

Nia caught more than her fair share of admiring glances; she is a beautiful young woman, and even in this city of beautiful women, she stood out, at least in my eyes she did, and apparently to a lot of the passers-by as well!

We dined that night at a place called Astor, on rue D'Astorg, also in the 8th Arrondissement, traditional French cuisine, no arty-arty, Nouvelle Cuisine-fusion wannabe nonsense. Nia wanted to talk about the search for her sister, but I made it clear that we were on break from that whole world, and for now, for the next few days, we were just on holiday, in Paris, in the spring. So we talked about university, her new job, mum and dad, our lives together. 

I ordered more wine, and brought out my final present for her, a little plush box. Nia took it without opening it.

"What is it, Polar bear?" she whispered. I opened it for her, and showed her the contents, a platinum and diamond engagement ring I had bought for her in Chow Sang Sang's in North Point, Hong Kong.

"Nia, I have been in love with you forever, and you are all I want, forever. Will you marry me?" I asked her, my heart in my mouth as she looked at me, tears gathering in her eyes.

At last she smiled, and nodded "Yes, Jamie, I will marry you, just as soon as I can, I love my Polar bear too, and I want him with me always!" I breathed a sigh relief, not realising I'd been holding my breath, and slid the ring onto her finger. I hadn't noticed, also, that practically every eye in the place was on us; Parisians have a sixth-sense about these kinds of things, apparently...

The Maître d'hôtel had noticed, had seen me take out the ring and ask her, had seen her nod and smile, because suddenly the sommelier was there with a bottle of champagne and everyone in the restaurant was clapping, Nia blushing furiously, breaking into smiling tears when everyone toasted us; well, they say Paris is the city of romance! 

We left to the sound of congratulations, the Maître pressing a small bag with red handles into Nia's hand before we left the restaurant, and receiving a kiss on each cheek as a thank you, and strolled along rue D'Astorg, chatting, eventually stopping a taxi to take us the short hop back to the hotel.

As soon as we closed the door behind us, Nia was in my arms, her lips pressed to mine, and my hands automatically dropped to hold her peach of a bum, pulling her in close to me.

"You once told me you'd marry me one day, as soon as you could work out how, remember?" she whispered.

I remembered, and had thought of so many wild and fantastical scenario's but had still no clue how to do this, except to drag her of to Mexico or Korea or somewhere like that, where our ID documents would be incomprehensible to the local priest, shaman, witch-doctor or bone-pointer.

"Why do you ask, princess?" I asked, and she smiled. 

"Because I know how we're going to do it, Jamie, and it'll be legal, well, sort of legal!" 

I looked at her, waiting for the big reveal.

She grinned. "What we do is, we go to Hong Kong. The only requirement to get married there is that you not be legally married anywhere else, I checked. I'll change my name, and apply for a passport in my new name; I'll take mum's maiden name, Thien Lo, but it'll just be a formality, because when we get married, I get it back again. Then we come back, and have it solemnised in church, somewhere out of the way, all those friends who don't know we're related, and a few special ones like Julie will be invited, mum gets to put me in a white dress, I get to write my own vows, dad, well, he'll find a way to live with it, and we go on, married, like we always wanted! After a couple of years, I apply for a new passport, in my married name, my changed name shows up as my previous name on my application, and voila, change of status on my new passport shows me as married, with a new surname; Morrison, all nice and legal!"

I was impressed. "You really have thought this through, haven't you, princess?" I smiled.

"Every damn day for the last three years, Jamie!" she retorted, "You kind of jumped the gun on me, because I was getting ready to decoy you away from work for a few days and pop the question myself!"

I suddenly really wanted, needed to see her, all of her, to feast my eyes on her tight young body. My hand found the zipper of her dress all by itself, and it was a moment's work to slide it down and watch her shrug it off. Under it she was wearing brief little panties that hugged the cheeks of her gorgeous little bottom, but concealed very little, and nothing else. She was fumbling with my shirt, tugging over my head rather than wait for me to unbutton it, while I undid my slacks and kicked them off, levering off my shoes and pulling off my socks, to stand there in my shorts, my cock already tenting the front. The thought of actually being able to marry this beautiful sister of mine was a powerful aphrodisiac, and I wanted her, now. 

In the three years we had been together now, there had surfaced no hint that we were anything but mutually compatible in every aspect of our lives, and every day I rediscovered her, discovered new facets to her, found her endlessly exciting and desirable; we had set the tone of our future lives together, and it was all I could ever imagine, and more than I could ever deserve from life.

Nia kissed me, one hand rubbing me through the material of my shorts, and the other on the back of my neck as she pulled me in closer, her lips soft and gently insistent. My hands were busy, too, fondling her delightful derriere, and sliding up her torso to catch and gently squeeze her small, perfect breasts and rub her sexy nipples, teasing the little nubs into erect firmness, savouring the feel of the rubbery little peaks against my fingertips. 

Nia gasped and giggled against me as I tweaked and thumbed her nipples, pulling herself closer to rub and undulate against me, both her hands around my neck now to give herself purchase as she masturbated herself against my hardness. Her closeness was thrilling and unbearably sexy; She was my everything, and I wanted to give her everything, wanted to please her, and for her to need me as much as I needed her.

My hands slipped down her back again, revelling in the feel of her smooth warm skin, to slide into her panties and cup her taut buttocks, rubbing my fingers in the creases where the swell of the buttocks curves to meet the top of the thighs, sliding into the warm cleft between the cheeks and pulling them apart to mould and massage the satiny globes of her bottom. 

Nia gasped and sighed as my fingers brushed across the rear of her slit, moist warmth already apparent as I gently probed and caressed, then I hooked the waistband of the wispy garment, pushing it down to her thighs, and Nia wriggled her hips to send it floating to the floor. As she stepped out of her last garment, I slid down my shorts, my excitement plain to see, Nia took hold of me and began squeezing me as she slid her hand up and down, her tongue darting inside my mouth as she masturbated me.

I slid my hand between her legs, feeling the damp heat of her little pussy, exploring the depth of her arousal as I slid a finger along the crease between her labia, rubbing gently but insistently, and then sliding a finger between them, feeling her inner heat and smelling her excitement as her arousal climbed. I continued to rub and insert a finger into her, circling her clitoris before rubbing gently at the little bead as it emerged from its hiding place and began to swell and become firm against my probing finger.

We broke by mutual consent, needing to go further, and made our way to the bed, where I pulled Nia to me and began kissing her again, ready to take up where I had left off. I slid between her thighs, Nia opening them wide for me, inviting me to take what I wanted, but right now, I wanted to give. I dipped down and kissed and then lightly lapped at her rapidly swelling labia, the hairless lips engorging under my tongue, flushing darker as blood flowed to the area, increasing her sensitivity as the labia swelled and flowered open under my tongue. 

She was sighing and gently squirming, thrusting her hips up to meet my tongue, and I pointed my tongue and probed deeper into her coral pinkness, feeling and tasting her inner lips, the nymphae surrounding and enclosing her vagina proper, and then retreated, licking gently at her now completely un-hooded clitoris, the pale nub firm and slick against my tongue. As I touched it with my tongue, a shudder went through her, and she held my head in both hands, to keep me in place while I lapped her with tiny strokes, keeping her pleasured as I tasted and enjoyed her secretions, her juices musky, fresh and tangy, strong, heady and alluring.

I lapped at her steadily, Nia sighing and murmuring, gasping as I did something she particularly like, my tongue alternately probing and lapping, caressing or rasping, taking her to the brink again and again, our old game, her body language telling me she was nearing the point of no return, and so I licked her from her little pink rosebud to the apex of her vulva, before sucking her clitoris gently into my mouth and gently rasping it with my tongue. 

She stiffened as the first wave of orgasm rolled through her, her eyes closed and her head thrown back as she rode it out, mouth open and breath sobbing , and as she rode it I did it again, harder, and she stiffened all over again, her face a rictus as it took her even harder this time, and when I pointed my tongue and pushed it suddenly into her tight little anus, she came like a thunderbolt, her eyes snapping open as she wailed in orgasm and her back arched, her body trembling and shuddering as wave after wave of sexual release pulsed and thundered through her as I rimmed her, her juices flooding out of her with sufficient force to spray across my face and neck, and her anus constricting with the strength of her orgasm and forcing my tongue out.

She slumped back on the bed, her pulse fluttering in her neck as her orgasm flared and curled through her, limp and unresisting as I took her ankles and raised them high, pulling her legs straight and leaning over her to hold her legs wide open, her knees level with her shoulders as I leaned down and slid my throbbing cock into her in one long slow push, penetrating her as deep as I could go. 

Her eyes snapped open at this invasion, widening as I leaned down further, pushing her legs even further up and raising her pelvis off the bed to begin pumping into her as hard and as fast as I could. Nia locked her arms around my neck and used me for leverage as she pumped back at me, moaning and sighing as she ground herself onto me, her pussy alternately squeezing and releasing me as she tightened and relaxed the constrictor muscles inside her soft little pussy, milking me as I hammered into her.

I couldn't take much of this, the sight of my beautiful sister, her fabulous eyes fixed on mine as she moved against me, the sensations inside her body, all combined to bring about my orgasm. I climaxed with a deep groan, ears popping as my spunk boiled out of me in long, satisfying ropes, spurts of semen jetted deep inside her, and as I came, her orgasm broke against mine, her gasping moan of fulfilment counterpoint to my own as we came and came together, bodies pumping as we wrung the last scrap of sensation from each other.

I released her legs, Nia letting them fall on either side of me as I backed out of her, curls of orgasm making her clench and gasp as I withdrew my still hard cock from her, feeling her stomach fluttering as her inner turmoil slowly stilled as I dropped to the bed next to her, chest heaving and heart pounding in my ears, fighting for breath as my pounding heartbeat slowly subsided and my hearing returned to normal.

Nia rolled over to face me and gently caressed my face, then pulled herself closer and kissed me, once, tenderly.

"Jamie, I told you the first time we ever made love that I had always belonged to you, and that I was waiting for you to claim me. Now it's my turn, and I claim you, for always and forever, you will always be mine, my darling Polar Bear!" 

I was surprised to see tears in her eyes, and held her as I wiped them away with my thumb, then kissed each eye in turn, then her nose, then stuck my tongue in her ear, making her giggle. I had long forgotten that Nia was my half-sister; now she was only the girl I was in love with, and who was in love with me, and her solution to our admittedly minor problem, how to get married, was elegant and well thought-out. Devious, and definitely borderline illegal, but I was proud of her ability to think her way along a problem and find a solution that worked, a talent UNICEF had spotted early, which was why she'd been drafted-in straight out of university, a most unusual move on their part, but a tribute to the ability and potential they saw in her. 

The bag she'd carried back from the restaurant was on the night-stand, and I reached over and gave it to her.

"Tu as oublié votre Cadeau, Mademoiselle!" I grinned, trying to impress her with my schoolboy French.

Nia grinned at my efforts, and, looking intrigued, peered inside it, and took out a gold gift-box about 4 inches square and 2 inches high. Smiling, she opened it and gasped, her eyes welling up. Inside, tied with a red chiffon ribbon, was a delicate heart moulded out of fine chocolate strands, on a purple plush base, from Jean-Paul Hévin, a Paris chocolatiér.

"Look, Jamie!" she smiled, "it's a Coeur Dentille, a sweet box, with chocolate bon-bon's inside! I've heard of these, but this is the first I've seen, how beautiful! And how sweet of them to give it to me!"

We slept that night the sleep of the happy and fulfilled, no dreams to disturb us, our minds at peace with the world for the first time in what seemed like forever. 

We awoke early; Nia had a long day of sightseeing and shopping planned, and wanted to make an early start. We spent the morning being all touristy, going to all the main attractions, Montmartre, the Luxembourg Palace, home of the Senate, and the Jardins du Luxembourg, that I remembered from when 'The Three Musketeers' was my favourite book as a boy, the famous scene where d'Artagnan meets and challenges Athos, Porthos and Aramis to meet him for a duel one after another in the Luxembourg gardens, and their duel is interrupted by the Cardinal's men. I had been to Paris, or through Paris, several times, but never as a tourist, so I was looking forward to seeing some of it.

We went from there on a criss-cross route that Nia had devised to see all her favourite places in order of importance to her, so we went from there to Saint-Germain-des-Prés, then L'Academie de Paris, Pont Neuf, Montparnasse, Place des Vosges, then the Pere Lachaise cemetery to see the tombs of Abélard and Héloise, Modigliani, the great Jim Morrison, Oscar Wilde, and Edith Piaf, all heroes of hers for one reason or another. 

We lunched at Café Procope on rue Ancienne Comédie, a place that the maître had recommended, and watched the tourists; intense groups of impassive, unsmiling Japanese, haggard and weary but doggedly following their guidebooks, tired American families following the mother around, 'coffee, please!' written all over their long-suffering faces, huge chattering Chinese tour groups, and coach loads of Germans, all trying to see in 4 days what many Parisians haven't seen in a lifetime, and we watched in awe as the Parisian women, all effortlessly casual in Balenciaga and Balmain summer dresses and impossibly stylish footwear, sauntered along, well aware of the impression they were leaving in their wake. 

After lunch, we went to see Notre Dame Cathedral, walking inside in silence to view the gigantic medieval solar window and the high altar, the jewelled stained glass reflecting on the flagstones of the Apse. After an hour of this, Nia decided that shopping was now her priority, and the best place for that was the Faubourg Saint-Honoré district, because she wanted to stroll through the designer stores, pretending to be wealthy enough to afford any of it, then actually shop for real on Boulevard Haussmann, where she'd have her pick of grands magasins, department stores. 

As shopping is a closed book to me, a thrill I hope to avoid to the end of my days, I came along mainly as bag carrier and moral support, I didn't want anything, nor did I actually need anything, but Nia was developing Paris Syndrome, so I thought I'd better keep an eye on her...

We eventually got back to the hotel at 6 pm, dumped the several dozen (all right, I'm exaggerating -- a little, a very little) bags and cartons she'd picked up visiting every store on Boulevard Haussmann, and took our time to shower and dress, then go the restaurant I'd booked, on Avenue De Wagram, a short walk from the hotel, another traditional French restaurant. 

We spent the evening in the company of Coquilles St. Jacques, Buckwheat crépes, Cassoulet, confit de Canard, and tarte au chocolat, with as much sémillon as we felt we could safely drink. I enjoyed watching Nia eat, whether delicately picking apart duck legs cooked in clarified butter or digging into the rich garlic sausage of the Cassoulet, or watching in fascination as they cooked the crépes for us at the table, and she certainly enjoyed the wine! We were heading back home the next day, I'd really only brought her here to propose, and I wanted her last evening in Paris to be memorable. 

The rest of the time I'd asked her to take was so that we could be together, at home, alone, for a little while. I'd been gone, on one trip or another, for most of the last four months, and I hadn't had more than a couple of days in a row with Nia in weeks, plus I'd not actually had a vacation of any note since my eighteenth summer, so 6 years of work and study entitled me to a week or so of lounging around with my girl, and I intended to make full use of it. 

Back in our room, I undressed, then helped Nia out of her dress with my usual finesse i.e. whipping it off over her head so I could ogle her, and then grabbed her so I could squeeze her boobs as I pressed Jamie jr. into her firm, sexy little bum.

"So Miss, soon to be Mrs. Morrison, did you enjoy your trip to the City of Love?" I whispered in her ear, gently pinching and twirling her nipples, making her giggle and gasp as the tickling and the arousal fought over her. Nia hooked her panties, pushing them down and wriggling her hips to let them drop, kicking them away to stand as naked as me.

"Oh yes, kind sir," she breathed, "I've never been on a dirty weekend before, you're such a bad man, what will my mother say, you'll have to marry me now!" 

I could hear the grin in her voice, and held her close to me as I began licking the back of her neck, nibbling her shoulder, kissing the base of her throat. She began rubbing against me, forcing herself against my erection, her hands holding my sides to hold herself in place as she gently slid her buttock cleft up and down on my cock, the warm firm globes of her bum enveloping my hardness and exciting me further.

Nia spun around in my arms and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling me close and kissing me, before pushing me backwards onto the bed with a giggle, landing on top of me. My hands immediately went to her tight little buttocks, holding her as she kissed me some more, just for good measure.

She scrambled off me and slid herself into the middle of the bed, grinning at me, crooking one finger at me, so of course I followed, scooting up next to her and once again holding her as I kissed her. My hand strayed to her nipples again, gently tweaking and twirling them as we kissed, Nia squirming gently as she became aroused. I dipped my head down to lick and suck at her nipples, grazing them lightly with my teeth and sucking them into hard little points, my hand now drifting down to dip a finger into and scratch lightly at her navel, making her gasp, before moving down further to slip down the moist crease between her labia, caressing and rubbing gently, stimulating them and feeling them swell and begin to part. 




Nia Ch. 04



Many thanks to Mriceman1964 for his help, advice, editorial assistance, and much constructive criticism (and the occasional WTF? question) about the story. I could not have got to this point with this story without all of the above, so thanks much, Mike! Also, thank you to all those of you who've been kind enough to read and tell me how much you enjoyed my work - no-one on this site gets paid for submitting their thoughts and ideas on this forum, and to get appreciation from such a very discerning readership is high praise indeed!

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Excerpt from the private diary of Nguye't Morrison

Wed, 27th April, 2011

I haven't had a chance to update this since Saturday, things have been a little...hectic, shall we say. After Jamie gave me such a stunning Graduation present, he surprised me with a trip to Paris, and put a ring on my finger. I must show it to Julie and Shelagh, do a little gloating, well, a lot of gloating, the rock is enormous, or, as dad put it, bigger than a pimple on a pig's arse; he's such an old-fashioned romantic, how did mum resist him for as long as she did...

Jamie brought back something from his sojourn in Vietnam that made my weekend, in a 'this is terrible but it's also fantastic' sort of way; details of the sordid dealings of that animal who stole my sister when she was 3-weeks old. It made terrible, horrifying reading, and it made me feel deeply unclean, but it gave us a definite lead on where to begin looking for Hu'e, and it finally let me know the true extent of the pain and loss that man has caused. I'm not sorry to say that I feel a great deal of schadenfreude, 'Shameful Joy', to know that he's probably being tortured or raped in a hell-hole prison right now; sometimes natural justice does get a chance to work, and he's probably lucky at that; if it were up to me, I'd tie the rope and kick away the chair... 

I gave Polar Bear the low-down on how to bend the law sufficiently to allow us to get married, he wants to know why I'm not running for Parliament, and dad's worried I'll take up bank fraud as a hobby, but I just wanted my Polar Bear to be aware that the clock's ticking; mum gave him the speech, the verbal equivalent of choosing to cut the red wire or the blue wire, and it finally percolated through; he may be a whiz at determining deep well yields and thingies, but when it comes to the realities of human marital customs,and the intricacies involved in planning weddings and suchlike, like all men, he's a complete arse-head; he couldn't seem to see that putting a ring on a girl's finger and thinking it ends there is not a good or healthy thing to do, especially if said girl wears stiletto heels and is willing, purely in a spirit of scientific enquiry, to discover if it's possible to push one though a man's instep and nail his foot to the floor. 

Sometimes poor Jamie is all too living proof that the average man's head is a large echoing space, with only three active neurons; one each for football, beer, and scratching, all enclosed by a thick bony case that's a good place to hang his ears, that sometimes looks like George Clooney, but more often like Mickey Rooney.

Anyway, we 're waiting with bated breath for a package from one more of his mysterious, nefarious, nay, downright shady contacts in one of the world's lesser-known waste spaces, he refused to discuss it with Jamie via email, so it's obviously relevant and important enough to send by bonded courier. Apparently the man is some sort of Frontier Sheriff-type, hand never too far from his gun, 1,000 yard stare, all that stuff, and I keep asking myself; how does an oil prospector from South London ever meet shady characters like that, is there some sort of secret society they belong to, The Ancient and Elucidated Order of The Wandering Idiots, or is there a real Star Wars-type cantina out there somewhere, where some murky Han Solo-ish character waits for people like Jamie to show up? Enquiring minds want to know...

You're waffling, girl, stop it.

The Polar Bear is trying to look all nonchalant, but I've been able to see through him since I was 3 years old, and he's definitely keyed-up and excited; I know he's trying to keep me from getting my hopes up, but he really should give me more credit than that; I know that whatever happens, we couldn't be any worse off than we are now; we're currently in a state of advanced ignorance about where Hu'e went after she was taken, and if this package has no new information, we're still ignorant of her whereabouts -- it's not additive, we won't suddenly become more ignorant, no matter what, it just means we start looking again, and find someone else to help us, and fretting about it and clicking and drumming fingers on tables and pacing and flicking TV channels aimlessly does no good to anyone, and really, really gets on my nerves. I just wish he'd go to the pub, find an old school friend and get smashed, blow-off some of that excess nervous energy, because he's driving me up the bloody wall!

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This week has been the slowest week on record, every day since we got back from Paris has been one of those days where suddenly! nothing happened, and it's been fantastic. This is my first real break from work/study in 6 years, and Nia's not due to start her new job until May 16th, so two whole weeks of Nia and lounging around. What shall we do, what shall we do?

I had a couple of suggestions for her, but she deep-sixed those, she said it was impractical, that walking bow-legged into her new job was bound to cause comment; she's not closed and barred the bedroom door or anything; nor is she averse to more than a little wild whoo-hoo; she just believes I should give her a sporting chance to get away now and again...she did suggest I give my dirty mind a good wash, and get a proper shave while I'm at it, designer stubble works on Brad Pitt, on me it just looks...scraggy, like a badly-mowed lawn. 

Nia killed some time by going to Lambeth Town Hall and filing a Deed Poll, a legal instrument to legally change her name, to Nguye't Laura Vienh Lo, mum's maiden name, this being Part One of her nefarious plan to outwit the Registrar when we registered our overseas wedding. With a few little tweaks and refinements, it was the plan she'd outlined in Paris, tested it out on dad, and gone ahead with putting it in motion. Hopefully we'd get the paperwork through in a couple of days, then we could book flights to Hong Kong for the purposes of getting married, so we'd just have a couple of days away; we'd pay with jet-lag, but it would be worth it.

I waited, impatiently, I'll admit, for my package from Thawip in Thailand, he said it would be interesting, and he gave me the name of a bloke in the HKPF, the Hong Kong Police, which intrigued me; it's a bit of a leap from Luang Prabang in Laos to Hong Kong, maybe if this bloke had something to tell me it would be worth going out to see him; I had an appointment with Aboitiz Geotech-Orient in Tagbilaran City, in the Philippine Visayas, in late May, looking at offshore gas extraction possibilities in the Camotes Sea, maybe I could reschedule and hop over to Hong Kong to kill two birds with one stone, it's only a little over an hour from Manila to Hong Kong. I decided to see if this package merited meddling with my schedule. 

I did know one thing though; if I went out to Hong Kong, no way Nia was coming with me; I didn't like the idea of her getting it into her head to do a bit of sleuthing while she was out there, the authorities take a dim view of that sort of free-enterprise, that's what the HKPF and the PAP (People's Armed Police) are for, and they don't appreciate amateur interference; they have an unfortunate habit of speaking English right up to the point where you need to explain yourself then they suddenly stop understanding English and start writing out your confession in fluent Mandarin...

Nia, of course, will definitely refuse to see it that way. Amongst her many adorable traits is a doggedness that sometimes flares up into outright rebellion, hopefully she'd stay quiet and do the think-work, let me do the leg-work, maybe we'd meet somewhere in the middle. I decided to pop into the office later, see if I could switch things around, once this package got here and Nia had a chance to digest what, if anything, it actually meant.

Saturday morning passed into Saturday afternoon, and just as I was thinking that it wouldn't arrive until Monday, the doorbell chimed. When I opened the door, a man in a courier uniform stood there holding a bulky sealed package. I signed for it and tore the packet open. Inside was a thick wad of photocopied pages and photographs of various sinister-looking men, all holding number plaques, obviously mug-shots, maps, and copies of UN and American Drug Enforcement Agency reports and commentaries. All in all, there must have been 300-plus pages, more information than I had hoped for, now all we had to do was make sense of it all, and then maybe we'd get our next move.

Nia was delighted, she immediately latched onto the police reports, sorting them by date, oldest first, some of them dating back to 1980, and tying them up with the stack of mug-shots. After a while, one of the piles of reports began to refer increasingly to one man, a harmless-looking middle-aged man named Han Wu, sometimes labelled 'Jimmy', with an increasing number of references to something called 14K, and other references to something or someone called 'Kuomintang', which sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it.

This Jimmy character seemed to spend a lot of time being questioned in Chiang Mai, and had been granted numerous visa's to Laos, flying to Vientiane almost every month. He also seemed to take an extraordinary amount of holidays to Canada, flying to Toronto three or four times a year on a multiple holiday visa, and there was a DEA report linking him to something called 'The KMT'. He was linked with several of the others in the pile of mug-shots, with reports that tallied as to dates when they had all been in Chiang Mai, Luang Prabang, Singapore and Hong Kong at the same time, and many of them seemed to enjoy travelling to Canada almost as much as 'Jimmy'. These were just snippets Nia passed over to me as she read through and collated one report after another. I decided that the UN reports would make an interesting read. I was not wrong.

I was appalled to read that the annual trade in babies and children from South East Asia and China was estimated at $10 billion, a figure that paled into insignificance when the global figure was given as a comparison; $130 billion, a staggering sum, hundreds of thousands of children stolen, extorted or removed by corrupt officials and sold to middle-men, and taken all over the world, with large numbers of children being taken to Canada for adoption across the border, and there was that '14K' again. Children from Cambodia, Vietnam, Laos, Myanmar, they all seemed to funnel through a group of societies with strange, exotic names; Shui Fong, Sun Yee On, Wo Shing Wo, Wo Hop To, 14K again, and KMT in the Golden Triangle. Uh-Oh.

There was also mention of a Japanese group, Kokuryukai, but what they were supposed to be I couldn't guess, the DEA reports mentioned them in passing, but that was all. So now I had a whole bunch of groups with odd names, and people who lived in Hong Kong but seemed to have lavish lifestyles in Singapore, liked holidaying in Canada, and spent a lot of time making short trips to Laos; were these people the Snake-Heads who bought baby Hu'e and sold her on? 

My head was hurting now, and I could see Nia was starting to flag; information overload was setting in. I made an executive decision.

"Come on you, time enough for this later, I want to play!" I said as I grabbed her hand and took the sheaf of reports out of it. She looked rebellious for a moment, then grinned.

"I thought you'd never get round to it, Polar Bear, I was resigned to spending Saturday night reading police reports, I see I was mistaken; so now you got my attention, entertain me, you big beefy oilfield roughneck you!" she laughed throatily, instantly elevating my testosterone levels and making my libido tango around somewhere south of my navel...

Nia is a beautiful girl, and when she bats those big, blue, exotic almond eyes of hers at me I go all funny; well parts of me do; other parts develop a mind of their own, and the most insistent one was Jamie jr, who was currently making a determined effort to unfurl, climb out of my jeans and smack her on the forehead.

"I see you came fully loaded, Mr Oilman, planning on doing any probing with that there rig of yours?" she cooed at me, eyes dancing as I pulled her to her feet. She slid her arms around my neck and pulled herself close to me, kissing me softly, purposefully, very, very sexily, all the while rubbing herself firmly against the bulge in my jeans.

My hands drifted down to hold and clutch her perfect, taut little bottom, her cheeks like two firm peaches. I pulled her against myself, thrusting my groin into her, feeling her breathing hitch and slow down as she ground more purposefully against me. Nia has a way of grinding against me that makes all rational thought boogie right out of the room, and I was having a real problem focussing on my own seduction moves.

I slid my hands inside her leggings, savouring the feel of her warm silky skin, the taut springiness of her perfect little bum, and the warm dampness as I slid my hands further under to lightly caress her tight slit.

Nia jumped slightly, her lips curving against mine as she smiled, and I began sliding her leggings down, while she began fumbling with my jeans, trying to pop the button while I groped and squeezed her delectable little bottom and rubbed her slit more seriously, eventually sliding a finger into her. 

She sighed at that, her hand on my zipper more urgent now. We broke apart so I could tug down my zipper, Nia pushing my jeans down so I could kick them away while I was hurriedly tugging down her leggings.

She pulled her top off to reveal her lovely little bubbies, coral-pink nipples already erect and solid, just waiting for me to bite and suck, and my best friend was seriously trying to uncoil and come to full mast, and Nia didn't help matters by grabbing hold of it through my shorts and grinning "Ooo, is this all for me, Jamie? How sweet!"

I lost no time in slipping off my shorts, and helping Nia take off her panties (she didn't need any help, but I do like sliding them off her, oh yes!), then leading her into the bedroom, Jamie Jr pointing the way.

Once we got into the bedroom, she kissed me seriously, her arms locked around my neck as she propelled me backwards, until the backs of my knees hit the bed and I went over backwards, with Nia landing on me in a lovely giggling confusion of arms and lips and pink jiggly bits. Her hand came down to fondle me as I licked and nibbled the first thing I could reach, one of her delectable pink nipples, Nia immediately squeezing me as I gently bit and sucked on the solid little point, firm and hard as the eraser on the end of a pencil. Her hand began to pump as she squeezed my cock, the feeling of her hand on me absolutely out of this world.

She leaned up and slid to the floor on her knees, kneeling between my legs as I sat on the edge of the bed, her hand still working at my cock.

"Stand up, Polar Bear, I have something for you!" she smiled slyly, making my cock twitch in anticipation.

As I stood up, Nia licked up and down the length of my cock, before kissing down my length to my scrotum, licking and breathing on me, before slowly sucking one of my balls into her mouth and gently rolling it with her lips, nearly making me blow my load there and then. She relinquished it and slowly sucked in the other one, doing the same, and I was reduced to counting backwards from one million to prevent all hell breaking loose...

She released me from her warm mouth and licked her way back up to my dripping cock head, lubricant pouring out of me and coating almost the entire length of my steel-hard cock. She licked and grinned at me, then slowly slipped her lips over the end of my cock, her head bobbing as she sucked, drawing me in deeper with every downward motion of her head, until all of my seven inches was in her mouth, her nose brushing the pubic hair at the root of my cock and my head in her throat. She began to work her throat, her throat muscles squeezing me as she gently squeezed my scrotum. She lowly withdrew me from her throat, to suck and lick at my sensitive glans, while I enjoyed the impressive view of her pale creamy back and her taut round buttocks as she bobbed and sucked at me, driving me crazy, my legs trembling as I tried desperately not to come, but I was fighting a losing battle,

"Nia...I'm... Oh God...! I gasped, as I passed the point of no return, and she looked up at me, grinned around me and pumped and squeezed me harder, driving me over the edge. My head swelled and twitched, and as I started to come, she pulled me from her mouth as my spunk jetted out of me, the first pulse hitting her across her lips, the second across her cheek. Six times I shot, each rope of spunk splashing into her beautiful face, until she was drenched in my seed, and I had stopped ejaculating. She popped me back into her mouth to clean the last trickles of spunk bubbling from me, and licked her lips clear of the semen that had dripped down her face, grinning wickedly at me as she did so. I sat down as my legs gave way, handing her something to wipe my spunk from her face and chest.

"That was ...amazing, baby, what brought that on?" I asked when I got my breath back.

Nia gave me that grin again. "Julie told me about it, said I should try it once; apparently men love it. Did you?"

My answer was inarticulate as I grabbed her, making her shriek and giggle as I tickled her. As I touched and rubbed and groped her, her giggles grew less, and her breathing deepened. When I stopped to let her catch her breath, she sat astride me, pushed me flat and kissed me like there was no tomorrow, putting all her considerable talent and inventiveness into it. She began to wriggle and squirm and rub herself against me, and I knew what she wanted me to do. 

I pulled her down beside me and kissed her sexy little nipples, pulling the rubbery nubs between my lips to make her gasp and giggle, then licking between her breasts, and continuing down to her navel, tickling her little 'innie' with the tip of my tongue before dragging my tongue luxuriously through the small trimmed heart-shaped patch of pubic hair, loving the feel of the short, soft silky hairs against my tongue, before dipping my tongue into the apex of her slit, into the little furrow between the folds of her vulva where her hooded clitoris lay concealed .

Nia sighed and murmured softly as I gently insinuated my tongue tip into her slit and lightly licked her clitoris, feeling the little bud firming under my tongue, and her lips beginning to swell as her arousal climbed.

The warm scent began to tease me, the delicate, perfume of her arousal tormenting my nostrils and making my mouth water as I suddenly needed to taste her further, feel her against my tongue as I held her and fondled her warm flesh. I moved between her thighs, kissing and nibbling around her vulva, licking her at the apex of her thighs, that soft crease where her thighs met on either side of her pussy, gently biting and licking without touching her labia, making her shift and wriggle slowly, trying to push her vulva against my lips. Nia moaned softly as she moved against me, her need building as I teased and gently tormented her, playing a game we had played many times before.




Nia Ch. 04



At last, I needed to taste her more than I needed to play, and my tongue slid between her swollen lips, making her gasp out loud at the sudden invasion, the sensation of my mouth on her, licking, sucking, and nibbling. Her hands cradled my head as she held me against her, my senses filled with the scent and taste of her as I licked and savoured, and she hunched her groin against me as hard as she could, bearing down on my face as I strained against her. I licked her soft spongy little anus, probing with my tongue pointed as I pushed into her, rubbing her clitoris gently with my thumb as I slowly invaded her secret place. I could feel her getting close, her gasps and sighs, her insistent movements against me, the tension in her thighs as they enfolded my head, all told me she was nearing that place, and when I jammed my tongue into her anus as hard as I could, she came with a loud groaning sigh, her back arching as her fluids sprayed out of her, squirting across my face and neck, bathing me in her scent and taste. I kept stabbing my tongue into her while rubbing her clitoris, and her orgasm rolled on and on, the tendons in her thighs like steel wires as she tensed and clamped them around my head, locking me against her as she rode her climax to its end, her breathing coming in a series of hitching groans as each comber of pleasure rolled over her.

Now her knees opened and she slumped back, twitching and shuddering as her orgasm swirled and slowly faded from her, her arms spread wide, totally at peace now, a small satisfied smile on her face as her breathing evened-out and her heart rate returned to normal. I kissed her swollen pussy one last time, making her jump and giggle as she sighed happily, and reached for the wash-cloth to swab my face and neck of her richly-scented ejaculate, burying my face in the cloth for a moment to breathe-in her exciting, delicate, fresh aroma one more time. 

I moved up to lie next to her, her arm coming around me as she pulled herself up against me, and kissed me deeply, her tongue sliding around against mine as we tasted each other again.

"Mmmm! You taste like me! Do I always taste so nice?" she murmured, a small smile dancing on her lips. 

I pulled her close, my hands slipping down to hold her by her delectably taut little buttocks, my cock between us as the effects of her kiss made themselves felt on me.

"Princess, you always taste wonderful! I could eat you every day, and nothing else!" I grinned, and I meant it; she really was delicious!

"Darling Bear, you always know exactly what to say!" she murmured back, a slow, sleepy smile gracing her lips as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled herself into the crook of my neck, her breathing slowing almost immediately as she slipped into sleep. 

I lay for a while, enjoying the feel of her warm silky skin against mine, the tantalising scent of her hair, and the warm, subtle scent complex that always surrounded her, that perfume, aroma, call it what you will, that was uniquely hers, that always said to me 'Nia'; I could have found her if I were blindfolded in a coal-mine at midnight just by following the tendrils of that subtle scent. 

When she was deeply asleep, I pulled the covers up over her, and quietly slid out of bed, to take a shower in the main bathroom rather than disturb her by using our own little en-suite shower room, and then go back to doing a little light reading; the criminal careers of some of the most unsavoury looking characters I hope never to meet.

After an hour or so, I called up and ordered some Chinese; I wasn't in the mood to cook, and I didn't think Nia would welcome the idea of dining out, and woke her to have a shower before dinner arrived.

We tacitly agreed to not discuss the papers we'd received earlier over dinner, electing to enjoy our informal meal, chat about friends, upcoming projects, anything except the search for Hu'e.

Once we'd finished, I outlined my immediate plan.

"Princess, I'm going to call this Tang Tao Lieng person in Hong Kong tonight; Thawip made a point of mentioning him, so I think I'd better take the hint. Hopefully he'll be able to help us narrow-down who we should be concentrating on; this stuff here is too dense, there's too much information, we really need to talk to someone who can separate the sheep from the goats for us; I think I can feel the shape of what we need to do next, but there's too much else in the way. So let's get some real help; agreed?"

She nodded agreement.

"You'll have to call him after midnight; Hong Kong's 8 hours ahead of us, so right now it's 4am there; I doubt he'd be feeling very cooperative if you call him right now!"

++++

Friday, April 29, 2011

San Francisco

Park Presidio & Balboa

Bethany stepped off the Muni train onto the sidewalk and began walking home, cursing venal mechanics who wanted exorbitant sums for dinky little repairs, Chevrolet for making such easily damaged cars, Cory for buying her the Chevelle in the first place -- classic my ass, she thought, if it was such a classic, why did she hear everyone in the service bay snickering as she left? And why the hell did the Service Center have to be all the way down at El Camino and Alemany? Was that even in San Francisco? No it wasn't. With her head full of dark thoughts of what she was going to do to him for not buying her the Toyota, it took her a moment to realise someone was calling out to her.

"Hey, Lady, you dropped something, hey, excuse me...!"

She looked behind her, seeing a Chinese boy, maybe 12 or 13, wearing an old 'Tygers of Pan Tang' t-shirt and expensive-looking new sneakers. 

"I'm sorry, did you speak to me?" she asked, and the kid nodded, holding out something in his hand. Bethany looked at it; it was a button of some sort.

She smiled at him. "I'm sorry, that's not mine, you must be mistaken."

The boy shook his head. "I saw it fall from your pocket, lady, who else could it belong to?"

Bethany grinned and took it from him, a strange feeling of...anticipation, significant and important flashing through her as she touched his hand, then it was gone as quickly as it came, leaving her momentarily disoriented. Shaking the odd feeling off, she examined the object closely. It was some kind of Chinese New Year token, maybe, a red ceramic coin-shaped token with a golden tiger face embossed on it, quite attractive really, with a feel of...antiquity? No matter, it was attractive enough to keep as a conversation piece, if nothing else.

"Well, OK" she smiled, "Thank you!"

She turned to continue her way home, but an impulse made her turn to the boy again.

"I still say this isn't mine, but thank you anyway, it was very kind of you to stop me like that. What's your name?" she asked him.

"The boy grinned. "Me? My name's Hu, but you can call me...Jamie."

Bethany smiled. "Well thank you again, Jamie, you have a good evening, OK?"

Jamie winked at her.

"You too, Bethany!" he grinned, and Bethany smiled back at him, turned and continued on her way home, her annoyance at Cory forgotten for some reason, her fine oriental features showing only a happy anticipation at getting home to her family at the end of a long day. It wasn't until she was almost home that it suddenly struck her; he'd called her by her name, but she hadn't told him her name...had she?

The boy watched her leave, the evening sun and the shadows off the overhead cables momentarily banding his face, striping him black and gold and making his eyes flare orange for a second, then he smiled and sauntered away.

++++

By the time I got to call my new contact in Hong Kong, Nia was long asleep; she'd had a strenuous evening and a good meal, and by 12 am was struggling to keep her eyes open; her constant yawning was making me yawn along with her, but eventually she got the hint and went to bed. I dialled the number Thawip had had given me.

The line burred a couple of times, then answered with a beep.

"Organised Crime & Fraud Reporting, Lieng here" said a cultured oriental voice, just a hint of accent in an otherwise flawless English pronunciation.

"Hello," I replied, "is this Tang Tao Lieng?" I asked.

"This is he, how may I help you?" asked the voice.

This was it.

"You won't know me, but I was given your name by a friend in the Royal Thai Army Border Force, Colonel Thawip Netniyom. My name is ..."

He interrupted me. "James, James Morrison, yes, Thawip spoke with me about you and your...problem, I was wondering when you would be calling me!"

At least he was on the ball, which was reassuring.

He continued.

"I've been looking at the information Thawip sent you, much of it is intelligence we already had, some of it adds to what we already knew, the whole thing though is very informative. Do you have Skype? I don't want to discuss this over an open telephone line."

I gave him my Skype address, and he told me to stand by, before hanging up.

I immediately went into the bedroom and flipped open my laptop and enabled Skype, and a few seconds later the video-call tone sounded. I answered, and there was the face of Lieng, a young-looking Chinese man of indeterminate age, in blue Hong Kong Police Force coveralls.

He smiled. "You are a lot like Thawip described you, James, he was very...glad to help you, he likes you very much!" 

I was curious about how they knew each other, and Lieng was happy to chat informally.

"When I joined the police, Hong Kong was still a Crown Colony. I served under Harry Waterfield, and he sent me on my first assignment, as part of the diplomatic protection unit at the Thai Embassy. Thawip was the Defence Attaché, and we became friendly. When Hong Kong was handed back in 1997, Harry left, as did a lot of good officers, to go to Brunei, Singapore, Oman, and I became one of the senior officers, and because Harry had trained me, I was respected and quickly promoted; he's still a legend here!"  

"The unit I lead investigates organised crime and fraud, especially corporate fraud; the lifeblood of Hong Kong is the banking system, if the mainland lost faith in it, that would be the end of us as a Special Administrative Area, so we keep close tabs on those we suspect of activities which would impact negatively on the image of Hong Kong as a safe place to keep your money. Some of those people you have been looking at, and the organisations they work for, have been on our radar for a while now. Tell me, James, what do you know of the 'Triads'"? 

All I could honestly say was that I had seen and heard references to this group, but had no idea what they really were. Lieng gave me a quick rundown of the activities of the most powerful and widespread of the Triad groups, Sun Yee On, Wo Shing Wo, Wo Hop To, The Kuomintang, or KMT, and the 14K. My ears pricked up at the mention of these last two. He even told me that one of the larger groups, The Black Dragon, was active and powerful in the UK, which stunned me.

I had a question about this stuff, something that was nagging at me.

"Lieng, this man, Jimmy Han Wu, where does he come into it all, why is he so prominent in your reports?"

Lieng grinned at me.

"I was wondering if you would notice him! Han Wu is the grandson of a Nationalist Army General who was one of Chiang Kai Shek's henchmen in the Nationalist, or Kuomintang Army during the1920's and 30's. After the defeat of the Nationalists in 1949 by the Communist forces, Chiang retreated to Formosa, but part of the Kuomintang Army refused to settle in Formosa, instead they moved west and south, into the hills and jungles of Northern Burma, Thailand and Laos, and began recruiting local warlords and bandits and organising them into criminal gangs. They created the world's first reliable supply of heroin, and the area they still largely control is called The Golden Triangle. Han Wu is part of that, but is also a powerful and long-standing member of 14K Triad, with a foot in both camps, and many powerful connections. As luck would have it, we have him in custody, he made the mistake of coming here once too often, and we apprehended him at Chek lap Kok as he was boarding a flight to Vancouver. 

"I have been hearing some fascinating stories from him about what he's been doing. I'm holding him for as long as I need him to tell me things, and he keeps telling me things, because the alternative is a dimly-lit room and a rope in Beijing. Under British rule, because of the laws they insisted on saddling themselves with, he could come and go with impunity; all he need was a good lawyer, and the Triads have lots of those. Today, we have a slightly more realistic approach, which is talk or hang, choose now. None of his mainland political connections will say a word in his defence, otherwise we will start looking at them too, and we have plenty of rope..."

I was taking this all in, and I sensed Nia behind me, looked at her to see her eyes large as she listened to our conversation.

"Tell me, Lieng," I asked, "What do you know of his or his cronies' involvement in the baby traficking racket, in Vietnam especially?"

Lieng leaned closer to the screen, a look of distaste on his face.

"I have learned much over the years of what he and his 'Snake-Head' friends have been doing with babies, girls, slaves, it is a sickening story, like something out of the corrupt Imperial past; babies stolen for sale in the west, peasants kidnapped and sold as slaves to Burmese and Laotian warlords for their poppy plantations, young girls lured away or seized and sold into brothels in Brazil, Russia, Korea, Japan. The babies were always funnelled through Thailand and into Singapore, and then sold in Canada and the US, the new Russian states. A few have gone to England, but not many, it is a small place, with a closed border, and it is very difficult to slip in and out quietly, not like America, with its hundreds of miles of unmonitored border with Canada."  

"I'm sending you a contact in Singapore who heads a unit similar to mine, but concentrating on child trafficking. Han Wu has been most diligent in keeping records, and my friend in Singapore has them as well, he will be able to do more for you there than I can here. I think you will be able to track your sister better with him, he has good contacts in the west, especially in America and Canada, and I think you will have some luck with him. I must go now, this connection will be noticed if I keep it open for too long, but I wish you luck!"

He leaned towards the screen again,

"And miss...?"

Nia looked up, startled, as he spoke to her for the first time.

"Do not worry, Hu Ye will protect her!"

He broke the connection, leaving Nia looking stunned at his words.

"Jamie, did you...!" she began, and I nodded, as stunned as she.

"How did he know, Jamie, how did he know?" she asked me, and I could only shake my head. 

"I don't know, princess, I really don't, but I'm glad he does!"

I opened my message box and read off the contact Lieng had sent me.

"Nia look at this, it's the man in Singapore, Kalbahadur Limbu, he's a Police Inspector." 

I called the number, and was rewarded with an immediate response.

"Hello, I would like to speak To Inspector Limbu, please, I'm calling from England!" I said.

"You're speaking to him," he replied, "How may I help you?"

I switched the phone to loudspeaker and took a deep breath. "Inspector, My name is James Morrison, I was told to speak with you by Tang Tao Lieng in Hong Kong, I am trying to track a child that was stolen in Vietnam, from the Da Nang area and sold in December 1983 or January 1984; I have a description of her..."

The inspector interrupted me.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Morrison, but I have a great deal of information, about a great many individuals, children or otherwise. I know the case you are talking about, Lieng was quite thorough in the materials he sent me, but I will need some time to cross reference what you have with the material Lieutenant Lieng has sent me. Do you have anything other than the information from Lieng, something that can be used to identify the child?"

Nia sat bolt upright. 

"Jamie, the stuff you brought from Da Nang, my spreadsheet! Tell him yes, get an email address, we can get this to him right away!"

I passed this on, and the inspector gave me his email, and hung up after promising me we would speak again soon.

Nia was in a state of high excitement now, pacing and muttering as soon as she'd emailed her spreadsheet to the Inspector.

"Jamie, I can feel it, we're getting somewhere at last, oh please, let him have the stuff we need, I can't take this anymore!"

I hugged her to me, trying to calm her down, she was almost babbling now, talking about booking flights to Singapore in the morning, wild stuff like that. I managed to convince her to wait, to let Limbu do his search through his files, then, if anything turned up, we'd start making travel plans. 

At last I persuaded her to go back to bed, it was almost 2 am now, and I was feeling the effects as well. As far as I was concerned, we'd done everything we could from this end, now it was time to wait, and hope that the people in Singapore could come up with a lead. 

I have to admit, though, I was enjoying the paper chase; we were slowly solving a 28 year-old puzzle, and we'd been bounced around the world with it, but the journey had been nothing if not fascinating! I was feeling like Holmes and Watson, when Holmes would start a case with 'Watson, the game's afoot'! It finally felt as if the game was definitely now; at last the people who could most likely help us were on-board; perhaps we were finally going somewhere. So far, the search through Asia, shadowy criminal conspiracies, hip-shooting coppers and western-marshal types in the wild places of the world, underground railways transporting drugs, slaves, stolen babies, it all sounded like a bad pastiche of a Bond novel, only we weren't writing the script here.

As I climbed into bed, Nia pulled herself close to me, cuddling down tight against me, her eyes bright in the dim light from corridor light, and I could see the unshed tears.

"Polar bear, how close do you think we are? Really?" she asked me, and I realised now was not the time to fob her off.

"Baby Girl, I really can't guess; everything we've done so far has led us here, now someone else has to pick it up, and I'm not going to second guess him, not now. Leave it alone, princess, give it time for something to turn up; you heard the man, he has a lot of information, let his people sort through what they can, maybe we'll hear something soon."

That seemed to satisfy her, and she relaxed against me, and within minutes, her deep breathing told me she'd dropped off at last.

+++

I woke in the early hours with Nia's tongue in my ear. When she pulled me off the ceiling and stopped laughing at my expression, she cuddled up close and slid her hands inside my shorts.

"So Jamie, is junior ready for another workout? Well goodness me, I do believe he is!" she smirked, holding my rapidly erecting penis as I returned the favour and pinched her beauteous little bum gently, making her laugh and quiver delightfully.

Nia kissed me happily as I pulled her closer by the simple expedient of grabbing her bum and yanking her up against me, where she immediately began rubbing herself against my almost painfully erect cock. I slipped my hands inside her panties, enjoying the silky warmth of her taut cheeks as she rubbed herself more seriously against me. 

I wanted to see more of her, so I began pulling her t-shirt off over her head, while she hooked her fingers into the waistband of my shorts, pushing them down and allowing my cock to spring free into her warm hands, where she cupped and squeezed my balls gently and slowly pumped my cock.

My gorgeous sister is too beautiful to resist for more than a few seconds, as if I ever would, and I slipped my hand between her thighs, feeling her wetness as I slid a finger between her swelling labia, and slowly rubbed her slick little pussy, making her gasp and wriggle delightfully. As I slid my finger into her, her nectar flowed and covered my hand, lubricating my fingers as I slid a second finger into her, slowly pumping her pussy, opening her lips further and making her gasp and sigh as I frigged her pussy. All the while, Nia kept up the pumping, squeezing motion on my cock, masturbating me as I masturbated her. I watched the flush bloom on her cheeks and spread down her neck as her arousal climbed, her grin slowly transmuting into a soft smile as we pleasured each other, my cock aching for release, the need to fuck my beautiful Eurasian sister becoming almost unbearable.




Nia Ch. 04



At last, she let go of me, pushing me onto my back as she straddled me, rising up as she pulled my cock into position before slowly sliding herself down onto me with a hiss of satisfaction, her warm pussy clasping me tightly as she began to rise and fall. My hands slid around her waist and up to her delicate little breasts, seeking out her sexy nipples to gently tug , squeeze and roll them between thumb and forefinger, making her gasp and grind herself harder against me. 

As I played with and teased her nipples, her hands covered mine, pressing my hands against her breasts, forcing my hands to maul her nipples as she gasped and pumped above me, working herself up, until, with a loud gasping groan, she came, her juices flooding out of her as she orgasmed, the ripples as she clamped and released me almost too much to bear as her pussy squeezed and sucked at me.

Finally, she slumped down, her heart hammering against mine as her exertions caught up with her, her breathing fast and shallow. When her breathing had slowed, and the pulse in her neck had stopped fluttering quite so visibly, she leaned up and grinned at me.

"Thank you, Polar Bear, and now for something completely different! You ready, big boy?"

For answer I flexed my cock, and her eyes danced as she grinned wickedly. She slid off me, gasping as my cock 'popped' out of her, and reached into the bedside night stand, to take out a tube of some sort.

"What's that, Princess?" I asked, and she grinned again.

"KY jelly, we're going to need it for what I've got in mind!"

With that, she squeezed a large glob onto her finger and immediately spread it over the head of my cock, the cold gel making my cock jump. She pumped me a few times, making sure I wasn't losing interest, then lay back and pulled her legs up until her little anus was peeping at me.

"Lubricate me, Jamie, and be generous, this is going to take some doing!" she smiled, and I did the same she'd done for me, squeezing a large blob of gel onto my fingertip, and then I looked at her. 

"Do it Jamie, I want this too!" she grinned, and so I spread the gel all round and into her little hole, feeling the tightness compared to when I fingered her pussy. I squeezed more in there, I figured more was better than too little, and tossed the tube of gel onto the bed. By now my cock was steel-hard in anticipation, I had seen this in porn videos and heard about it, of course, but this was a new thing for us, so I wanted to go slow and get it right, not hurt her. 

I knelt between her wide-spread thighs, and pushed her legs up again, lifting her pelvis until her sexy little bumhole was pointed straight at me, and I pushed myself up to the entrance to rest the tip of my cock up against her hole. 

Nia looked me into the eyes, a wicked little smile on her face.

"Do it Jamie, stick it in me, shove your cock in my arse, you know you want to!" she breathed at me, and she was right, I really wanted this, so I leaned up and began slowly pushing. Nia began breathing in short, huffing gasps as I pushed forward, trying not to think of the tightness surrounding my cockhead as I tried to slide it in past her anal ring. 

Suddenly my head popped in, her ring snapping tight around the shaft of my cock, and Nia gave a loud groan as her eyes squeezed shut. The tightness and constriction on my cock was delightful, the feeling as I slowly slid forward utterly indescribable as her anal tube pulsed and squeezed around me as I sank deeper into her.

"Slowly Polar Bear, give me time to ...aaahhh, yesss...slower, please baby...!" she muttered as I slowly slid in until I was all the way in, my entire length sheathed in her glove-tight anus. I stopped, to give her time to get used to my cock shoved all the way up inside her arse, the feeling of her anal tube pulsating gently around me new and very exciting.

Eventually she opened her eyes and smiled naughtily at me.

"Well, what are you waiting for, a written invitation? Fuck me, Jamie!" she giggled, and I took her at her word. As I slid back out of her, her breathing notched up until she was gasping as I slid nearly all the way out of her, and when I slid back in, she almost went crazy.

"Ooooh Yesss!!...Oh My God, Yesss Jamie, yesss, fucking Christ, yesss, harder, Jamie, fucking HARDER!"

With that, I pumped and pummelled, ramming my cock into her arse as hard as I could, Nia moaning and pushing back against me, her anus rippling and pulsing around me as she orgasmed almost continually. I was having difficulty in not coming myself; the sensations I was getting from fucking Nia's arse was like nothing I had ever experienced before, and it was the most exciting sexual act I had ever committed, all of these things playing in my mind as I humped and pumped, my orgasm building, promising to be like none I had ever experienced before.

"Princess...I'm going to come, Oh, God! " I moaned, and with that Nia climaxed with a heartfelt scream of release, her juices squirting out of her and over my midsection in a spray of warmth as her anal tube rippled and clenched at me. I couldn't hold out any more, and came with a loud groan, my spunk roaring out of me, my cock swelling up to wedge in her tight anal tube as I fired blast after blast of spunk at high speed into her depths. I felt something deep inside me convulse with the force I came, jet after jet of high-pressure spunk bulleting out of me. As I bathed her insides with my seed, Nia came again, another giant orgasm sweeping over her and making her anus constrict me even further, the jets of spunk continuing as I literally emptied myself into her. I think I used up a week's worth in that one glorious shag, coming like I had never come before, but fuck, it was worth it!

As our mutual orgasm subsided, I lay in her arms, Nia gently and lightly kissing my face and neck as the tails and curls of orgasm faded and died away inside her. The tightness of her anus was keeping me hard, and she suddenly giggled. 

"Polar Bear, I can feel your pulse, in my bum, that's so funny!" I started grinning as she giggled, and pretty soon I was giggling as well. 

"Just imagine, Jamie, if that was the only way to take someone's pulse, the doctor's surgeries would be standing room only!" and I cracked up again at the image she'd conjured up.

Eventually the fit of giggles passed, and I was able to withdraw from her tight little hole, spunk gushing out as I unplugged her rectum.

"Christ, Jamie, how much of this did you do?" she laughed, holding a cloth to herself to stem the flow of semen dribbling out of her rectum.

"That was the dirtiest, most depraved, most fun thing I have ever done!" she grinned, "We are definitely doing this again, just not tonight, I feel like I've got a doorknob stuck up my bum!" 

++++

Nearly a week went by before we heard anything more on the subject of Hu'e. I was woken in the middle of the night by the house phone ringing, and when I answered, it was Limbu, calling from Singapore.

"Mr. Morrison, thank you for the information you provided from your...friend in Vietnam, it has certainly illuminated several areas we were lacking in information. My team has been cross-checking the information from Lieng, and we believe we have identified the time and date of the sale of the child known as Hu'e Vienh Lo. A child matching the general description you gave us of the child you are seeking, with corresponding identifying marks, in particular the neck birthmark, was boarded on a British Airways flight to Vancouver, in the company of a woman claiming to be her adoptive mother on December 31, 1983. The papers shown appeared to be genuine, but the identity of the woman was later found to be spurious.

"We have reason to believe the child was 'laundered' through one of several corrupt adoption agencies, and I have a contact in The Royal Canadian Mounted Police Organised Crime unit in Toronto who has made a particular study of these agencies, their owners, agents and middlemen, and has had a lot of success in tracking down these stolen children and bringing the criminals involved to book. I have sent him details of your search, plus most of the correspondence from Lieng, and I have emailed you his details, I would suggest you call him as soon as you can." 

I was gratified that they had managed to make the connection to Canada that had only been hinted at. I thanked Limbu, and hung up, waking Nia to tell her the news.

"Princess, wake up, I have some news, wake up!"

She was her usual alert self when first woken.

"Huh? Whassup, wha's goin' on Jamie?"

I told her about the conversation I'd just had with the man in Singapore, that they had managed to track Hu'e to Vancouver, and that I had a contact name with the Mounties, and that come what may, we were going to Canada; we were too close now, and I could feel the end of the chase looming. So could Nia, and she was ready to go, to track her sister down at last, and make her mother's heart whole again.



Nia Ch. 05



Many thanks to Mriceman1964 for his endless help and enthusiasm, his sense of reality, and his understanding of how my thought-processes work!

Many thanks also to Firefly for lighting-up the dark recesses, and for her unfailing interest and ability to step into critic mode and tell me when she thought I was just plain wrong! Thank you both!

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Excerpt from the private diary of Nguye't Morrison

Friday, 6th May, 2011

On Thursday evening, Jamie and I spoke to this bloke in Toronto that Limbu, his contact in Singapore, had given him, a Sergeant Louis D'Hérault, a man who's spent the last 15 years tracking down illegally adopted children funnelled into Canada from Asia, the former Russian hegemony, and South America. This man seemed to think we had a good chance of tracking Hu'e as there were indications that one of the crooked adoption agencies he'd made it his business to close down may have been the one that handled the sale of the child. My blood was boiling by the end of the conversation. 

The Asian policemen we'd talked to, like prod-noses everywhere, had been reluctant to use that word 'sale'; 'traffic' was the closest they'd allowed themselves. This man was under no illusions as to the transaction that took place, and employed no euphemisms; as far as he was concerned, it was a human being, a child, who'd been put up for sale, like a can of beans or a sack of onions. We talked for almost an hour, and afterwards, Jamie and I had decided; we needed to go to Toronto, there was a good chance we could pick up the trail there and follow it through to the end. 

This was always supposing we were actually following Hu'e's trail; I tried not to think of the other possible fates she might have endured; I could only manage to fit my head around the possibility that she'd been adopted and brought up by a good family. To think otherwise would lead me to something I can't even begin to consider; the possibility of her death years before, or life as a sex-slave or prostitute in some hell-hole. Either one of those possibilities can't be allowed into my head; to entertain them is to despair, and I still have hope, as does Jamie, darling, brave, caring Polar Bear that he is. As long as I believe that Hu'e had and is having a good life, I can keep on searching for her; to even consider any other possibility is to lose heart and quit, and I won't do that, not while hope remains.

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Jamie

Yesterday evening, Nia and I had a long and interesting chat with this French-Canadian guy, a real, live Mountie, working with the Toronto Organised Crime Squad, together with the Special Victims Unit of the Sex Crimes Unit, of all things, digging into babies-for-cash adoption rackets, both recent and historical, and he mentioned that he may have possibly located Hu'e and the family who adopted her. He mentioned the information Limbu had sent him, and, in conjunction with the collated data from the stuff I'd brought back with me from Da Nang, hinted he was almost positive he had the right child, right age and gender, right timeframe, and was waiting for confirmation of some things from the US State Department. 

He also mentioned that had been receiving some encouraging feedback from various overseas and foreign adoption advisory bodies in the United States, as well as some unofficial but very helpful intelligence from the FBI. He finished by stating that we could do worse than look over the information and files he had, and invited us over to do just that. That was all I was waiting for, so this morning Nia trotted over to the Canadian High Commission in Grosvenor Square, a short walk from Bond Street tube station, to get our visa status confirmed. Luckily, UK citizens don't need visa's, so I was in the throes of sorting out flights for us to go to Toronto. 

Nia was excited at travelling to Canada, and keyed-up at the prospect of possibly tracking down her sister, our sister, in the next few days. I didn't want to burst her bubble by telling her how unlikely and unrealistic her expectations were; she needed this, she needed to feel as if she was making headway against 28 years of silence and conspiracy in the disappearance of her older sister. 

Last night the reality of what had happened to Hu'e finally seemed to have hit home, kicked-off in part by this Mountie bloke's refusal to use the term 'trafficking' in relation to the baby trade; he preferred to be blunt, and told Nia that her sister had been bought and sold, like so many hundreds of thousands of children spirited away from their families, a commodity with a cash value. She spent a good part of last night crying as that truth finally came home to her. 

I managed to get us two standby seats for Toronto from Gatwick on Sunday morning, so Nia packed a couple of flight bags while I booked us a cab for the trip to Victoria so w could get the Gatwick Express train -- driving to Gatwick was always an unrewarding experience, especially if the M25 motorway was playing its usual 'world's biggest Car-Park' game.

I went to see mum while Nia was out doing some last minute shopping, I popped over to give her a hug, and get one in return; I was starting to feel the strain here; I wanted to get this over with, but at the same time I didn't want to get anyone's hopes up. There were just too many long-shots to hope for here, and even Nia's breezy confidence, her 'million-to-one shots come-up nine times out of ten' attitude was starting to grate on me. 

I lived in a world of certainties and cautious gambles based on an informed understanding of the variables involved and the risk/benefit ratio. It was a predictable world, and to be suddenly catapulted into a course of action with no predictable outcome worried me, and for a very good reason; I could see how emotionally invested Nia had become in this quest of hers, how much she believed in the happy ending as an inevitable consequence of our efforts; but what would happen if it all came to nothing, if Hu'e had indeed been swallowed up and destroyed by this whole thing years ago, or become one of those faceless women haunting the meat-rack alleys and side streets of London, Paris, Tokyo, Odessa, Sao Paolo? What would happen to Nia then? What kind of a fall was she heading for? That was my fear; that was what was keeping me awake at nights. That was why I needed mum, right now. 

Mum was fatalistic about our success or failure; like me, she was more concerned about the effect this whole thing was having on both Nia and on us as a couple. Mum completely approved of our relationship, and to be truthful, I had almost completely forgotten that Nia, quite apart from being the absolute centre of my world, was also my younger sister, but now a very big-brotherly concern was building in me, and I needed to share it with mum. She was pragmatic, but caring, and, as usual, managed to give me a measure of calm and rebalanced perspective.

"Little boy, you worry too much about how I feeling about this. If you want my blessing, I give it, but this thing you both have decided to do, it is for Nguye't, not for me. I am grateful and pleased my children want to help me find my baby, but she gone a long time ago, I have other babies here, now, and I worried about them, what this doing to them. Nguye't have strong passions, that is good, she will be good, strong mother one day, but passion need to be...balanced? yes, balanced, with other parts of life, otherwise become obsession, that not good. This is where my little boy must help her. If she not find Hu'e, or find out she is gone, that is when she will need Huyn'h, she will need your strength."

"If you not find Hu'e, she must learn to understand, then, and you must help her, little boy, that I have not really lost Hu'e; every time I see Nguye't, I also see Hu'e, so she still here, a small part of her, in Nguye't, and I see her very day. This is what Nguye't need to understand, this is what little boy can help her to see; that both my daughters are still here, they both have same part of me, and so I see them both every day, just like I look at my little boy and see my sister every day. No-one ever really leave, it just how you look for them that count. I not have separate place in heart for each of my children, all of them live there together, so little girl not really gone, for me she will always be in my heart, maybe best place for her, yes?" 

I was far too big to lean on mum now, like I used to when I was small, but I really needed to huddle up against her right now and whisper how scared I was, like I did when I was little, but grown men can't do that. She sensed what I was feeling though, so she leaned on me instead, her arm around my waist and my arm around her shoulder, still comforting, still my mum. I sat in silence, not knowing how to tell her what was wrong, but of course she knew she knew something was bugging me; she'd been reading my mind for years, after all. She'd also perfected the art of the pointed silence years ago, and now she was pointing it at me, forcing me to say what was really on my mind. Finally I couldn't hold out any longer.

"I'm still worried about Nia, mum. She's become this focussed, driven thing, she's forgotten about the job she wanted so much, everything in her is pointing at what we're doing to find Hu'e. I sometimes wish we'd never started this, because if it comes out any way other than us finding her alive and well and happy, it will destroy Nia, and I can't allow that. Talk to her, please, mum, get her to damp it down a bit, make her see that this may not have a happy ending, because I don't know how to!" 

I was nearly in tears over this. Nia was worrying me no end with this task she'd thrown herself into, this quest I'd that I'd promised I'd see through with her. The problem is, she couldn't see that sometimes things don't end the way you want them to, and if you invest all your time, and effort, and heart in them, where do you go if they collapse and fail?

Mum patted me on the chest, her favourite comfort gesture.

"Little boy not have to worry, Nguye't coming here from shopping, I talk to her. You go home, calm down, make sure you have everything you need for trip, I make daughter see what she doing, not to worry!"

Feeling much less pressure now that mum had agreed to head Nia off, I went home and puttered around, checking and re-checking our ticket claim documents and passports half a dozen times, adding and removing again clothes from our flight bags, and checking and re-checking our documents again. Eventually I sat down and watched a film, getting half-way through it before I realised I had no idea what it was about, nor did I care. At last Nia came flying in, calling out my name and tossing her bags and packets aside to jump on me, a very gratifying feeling.

"Oh Jamie, I'm sorry, baby, really, mum told me what you talked about, I never realised you were so worried! I'm sorry, Polar Bear!"

All the while, she was kissing me all over my face and lips, pecking me as she apologised, her smile back again as she saw mine, and the lump in my pants was also a source of an extra large grin from her!

She jumped off me, tugging me to my feet, and towed me into the bedroom, where she began undressing, throwing her clothes off in her haste to get naked. When she got down to her underwear I stopped her; this was my area of expertise, and I intended to apply my considerable skills in the area of extracting a pretty girl from her underwear. 

I slipped my hands into the back of her panties, enjoying the feel of her silky smooth bum, jiggling the cheeks slightly as I kissed her, and pushing her panties down to free her lovely globes. Nia kicked them off and reached up to unhook her bra, but I got there first, peeling it off her and dipping down to nibble and kiss her delectable little nipples.

Nia was meanwhile undoing my jeans and unbuttoning my shirt, while somehow managing to keep a firm hold of junior and giving him an encouraging squeeze every few seconds, just to keep him alert and ready to rumble...

I managed to get stripped-off and my cock was able to stretch out at last, instead of being confined. Nia has this effect on me, and even after three years together, all she has to do is walk in the room and I get that old feelin' and Jamie jr. unfurls and starts knocking on my fly. Being around her is definitely an on-going turn-on situation, with imminent leg-over prospects!

Nia took hold of me and pumped suggestively a few times, while curling her hand up and around the back of my neck to pull me in for a long, slow kiss, the kind she does so well, the kind that blow-torches my brain and lights up my groin. The combination of that kiss, and her hand on me was enough to make my cock rock hard; she was so obviously into the moment, and, from the feel of her cute little pussy, ready for action, that I couldn't resist backing her up to the bed. She smelled so sweet and delicious I wanted a serious taste, right now! 

She backed-up until the backs of her knees contacted the bed, and sat down, her face level with my cock, but I didn't want to go there, not just yet. No, I wanted some fun first, so I urged her back onto the bed, laying her down so I could kiss her from tip to toe, starting with her legs. Nia loves it when I take my time, and pay attention to all her body, not just the obvious bits, so I started kissing up along the inside of her right leg, starting at the ankle. 

I brushed little feather kisses in a line up the inside of her leg while she lay back contentedly, a small smile on her face as I played her favourite game. I kissed slowly, sometimes stopping to lick lightly, especially the soft skin behind her knee, making her sigh aloud and murmur "yes Jamie, oh yes, just there, like that, oh yes!" and so on up, until I was kissing and licking the inside of her creamy, satiny thigh, my kisses slowly approaching the sweet treat at the juncture of her thighs. 

Nia was slowly squirming on the bed as I took my time; this was a treat for me, and I wanted to enjoy every second of it. I kissed up to the narrow strip of flesh that separate the labia from the top of the inner thigh, then switched to the corresponding thin strip of flesh at the top of the left inner thigh, blowing lightly on her labia as I passed, making her jump and squirm. Now I kissed down the left inner thigh, again soft, feather-like kisses, a torment for Nia, but one she gladly endured as the prelude to what she really wanted. 

Slowly I worked my way down her left leg, kissing and licking and occasionally nibbling, enjoying the sight of her gently squirming and undulating, the sounds of her sighs and muttered encouragement, and the occasional giggle as a particularly tender or ticklish spot caught my attention. As I worked my way down, I could smell the scent of her arousal, the fresh, tangy, musky sweetness of my darling little sister bride-to-be as she waited for the next act. 

By the time I reached her ankle (and a sexy ankle it is too!) she was shifting impatiently, squirming even more, her pussy starting to demand attention, and her face starting to blush, the prelude to the alluring flush she always developed when she was approaching orgasm. I knelt up between her legs, kissing her once on each of her sexy knees, looking down and grinning at her to gently torture her, making her wait for what I actually wanted to do most of all.

"Jamie, please, don't..." she moaned, so I moved in for the kill. 

Her pussy was beginning to engorge, the hairless lips swelling and blushing, her tantalising scent rising more strongly now as her excitement increased. I leaned in and kissed her softly on her labia, tipping my tongue in the crease between the two lips, making her sigh and gently trail her fingers across the top of my head. I pushed my tongue between her lips, hearing her gasp as I penetrated her, lapping at her as her labia swelled even further and parted revealing her pink inner flesh. 

I licked along the length of her slit, tapping her hooded clitoris with the tip of my tongue, making her gasp and writhe delightedly, rubbing her vulva against my face. I took the hint and concentrated on her hooded clitoris, probing and stroking with my tongue until it fully emerged, stiff and engorged, slick with her juices and my saliva. I licked and flicked the little fleshy button, making Nia jump and squirm, then retreated, sliding my tongue between her labia again to lap and taste her inner recesses, and flick her inner lips, something I know she particularly likes. She showed her appreciation by gasping and murmuring my name, that breathy murmuring that always gives me a raging erection...

I changed tack now, sliding my tongue the entire length of her vulva and beyond, from her clitoris to her little pink anus, long wet, sweeping strokes that made her breathing deepen as she became even more stimulated, pushing herself into my face, forcing my tongue to rasp faster at her clitoris, until, with a long gasping groan, she orgasmed, her juices flooding out of her to coat my face and chin. She shook and quivered as the waves of pleasure beat through her, her thighs quivering on either side of my head as she clamped them tight in the throes of her orgasm.

At last she came down, relaxing her grip on my head and allowing me to surface, breathless but happy, my erection solid and needy.

Nia smiled languidly at me. "Your turn Polar Bear!" she husked, but I already knew what I wanted. Eating her delicious pussy had punched all my buttons, and had built in me a powerful need to fuck her, hard, and nothing was going to get in the way of that...

She saw in my eyes what I wanted, once again that ability to sense what I'm thinking and needing, and grinned, nibbling her bottom lip as I moved up to rear above her. She took hold of me and rubbed the head around her sopping wet pussy, frigging herself with me before pushing me inside herself, me following suit as I slowly slid the rest of the way into her, enjoying the sound of her hissing intake of breath as I filled her. 

As I began to slide in and out, she laced her fingers behind my neck, supporting herself as she rose against me, using me as leverage to hump herself into me, rubbing her pussy against me and stimulating her clitoris as I pounded into her. I could feel the effect this was having, her pussy was rhythmically contracting and squeezing my length as I slid in and out of her, and her neck and chest were flushing deeper as she raced for another orgasm. I was close to the edge, and when she began to hitch and gasp, I began to speed up, feeling that tightening in the pit of my belly that told me I was going to come, and soon. 

Nia sensed this, her own pumping redoubled, the walls of her pussy squeezing me in rapid pulsating ripples as her orgasm built, until; "Oooh, YES! God, Yes, Jamie, oooh, oooh, oooh, YESS!" she shouted, her head going back and her juices squirting out from her, bathing my lower belly and balls in her warmth, the sensation setting off my own eruption, long, satisfying bolts of spunk exploding deep inside her as I came like a train, my spunk powering into her again and again until I was emptied out, dry heaving as I gave all my sperm to my gorgeous sister.




Nia Ch. 05



I withdrew and slumped down, head ringing from the force and depth of my orgasm, gasping for breath, Nia equally winded, both of our chests heaving with our exertions and the intensity of our mutual orgasm. At last, though, we calmed, hearts slowing to normal, our breathing slowing, and we held each other and touched, caressed and kissed lightly, gently, maintaining connection and contact. 

Nia rose up on one elbow to lean down and kiss me once, firmly, on the lips.

"That's to say 'Sorry' once again, Polar Bear. Mum told me how worried you were, and you were right. I'm sorry. I forgot about us, baby, but it won't happen again, ever, I promise! If this trip takes us nowhere, then I'll accept that, I'll know that at least we tried, and we can go back to being us, and our life, and our future. I love you so much, Jamie Morrison!"

That was all I wanted to hear, and I held her close to me, feeling her warmth, her heartbeat, listening to her soft breathing sounds, and enjoying the feel of her softness against me.

"And I love you, Nguye't Morrison!" I said, kissing her once again.

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We checked into our hotel, the Radisson Hotel Admiral on the harbour front, not far from the famous CN Tower, but we weren't there to sight-see. The flight was uneventful, more so clearing Customs and Immigration, and we grabbed a cab to get to the hotel. Nia called the Mountie bloke, speaking to him in French, as his English seemed a little hit and miss. We arranged to meet at our hotel in a couple of hours to discuss what we'd found, to match up with what he'd got, and, hopefully, to get our next move.  

While she was on the phone, I pulled out a change of clothes, stripping out of my travel clothes as I asked Nia what she wanted to wear.

"Nothing Jamie, you just keep going, I'll catch up with you in a second!" she grinned.

Young Jamie heard that, and immediately started clamouring for attention, something not lost on Nia!

"Oh Jamie, I knew you were a good boy-scout, you came prepared!" she grinned, unzipping her light summer dress and letting it fall to the ground, revealing not a stitch on underneath.

I gaped, but I had to grin; she'd been sitting next to me on a crowded transatlantic flight practically naked for almost nine hours; she had style, I had to give her that!

I dropped my last shred of clothing and moved to lie down, patting the bed beside me, grinning like an idiot as my girl padded toward me, making a show of climbing slowly and languidly up next to me. We were both tired from our flight, and hungry for a real meal, but some appetites have to take priority, and right now I wanted to nibble my sister a little, and hump her a lot, so dinner was tabled until we'd had a little canoodling time!

"So Princess, what do you want to do first?" I grinned, kissing her delectable little nipples as I squeezed and fondled her silky firm bum-cheeks. 

Nia grinned back at me, pulling my head down for a soft kiss, and whispered "I want to practice making babies, Jamie; it's time to start now, before we forget what we mean to each other!"

I pulled back in astonishment, suddenly seeing a new side to her, the adult inside the playful girl she'd always been. She misread my reaction, tears clouding her glorious eyes.

"Don't you want children, Polar Bear; don't you want to make babies with me?" she asked plaintively, and I nearly choked with all the answers that tried to rush out of me, so I pulled her tight to me, crushing her against me, letting my actions speak for me while I tried to say something coherent.

"Princess, I want to make babies with you more than anything in the entire world, I've thought of nothing else for you and I for the last three years!" I managed to choke out at last, afraid I'd hurt my Princess, seeing her lovely eyes glitter as she smiled, her sexy coral-pink lips curved in an arc of pure happiness. She burrowed down against me, wriggling until she was nearly underneath me, then grinned again, mischief and good-humour restored.

"What are you waiting for, big boy, come play in my lady-garden!" she smiled, fondling me and rubbing my cock back to full stretch. I dipped down to kiss her again, slipping my tongue between her lips to roll and slide it against hers.

Nia lay flat on her back, pulling me over her, her need obvious and apparent, holding me and rubbing my head over her damp pussy as our tongues fenced and darted inside each others' mouths. 

Nia took a firmer hold of me and rubbed me more deliberately against her dewy pussy, gasping at the sensation as I rubbed over her swelling clitoris. As much as I wanted to lap at her for a while, to suck and nibble that little nubbin of flesh that did such good things for her, I was also feeling her need now. I needed no more encouragement to lean in and slowly slide inside her, enjoying the sigh of satisfaction as I slid home. 

Nia slid her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around my thighs as I began pumping into her, she responding by thrusting her pelvis back at me in counterpoint, meeting me as my length slid in and out of her, her pussy squeezing my cock rhythmically, delightfully, as I pumped. I was rapidly approaching the point of no return, as was Nia, her breathing was hitching in short, rapid breaths, and that tell-tale flush was spreading down her throat to blush her upper chest and neck.

At last, though, her movements became rapid, ragged and forceful as she jammed herself against me, and she went rigid, her body tense as a wire, her head thrown back, as her pussy tightened around my length and squeezed me remorselessly as her orgasm broke over her. 

"Oh God, Jamie, yesss, so good, oh fuck, yesss, yesss, YESS!!" she screamed, release pounding through her, making her shudder and tremble as waves of orgasmic pleasure coursed through her. I couldn't withstand the torrent of sensations shuddering through me as her pussy squeezed and massaged my cock, and I erupted in jet after jet of sperm, long thrilling spurts deep into her womb.

Eventually, she stopped shuddering and quivering, and she rolled back off me and grinned at me as I slipped out of her. Her eyes were hooded as she slowly rubbed her pussy, lubricating her finger until she could slide it into her tight little anus, in and out, in an increasing tempo. She began to squeeze my still-hard cock, and I hardened even more as I realised what she wanted.

"Jamie...?" she moaned, and I leaned forward, pushing my cock against the tight ring of her anus as she raised her legs up so I could hold her behind the knees, holding her legs high enough to bring her anus into line with my cock. I slowly pushed forward, feeling the tightness engulf me like a squeezing glove, her ring clamping down over me once the head popped through, and then equal pressure along my length as her rectum stretched to accommodate my girth. 

The feeling made me want to come again, immediately, and I had to grit my teeth and think unsexy thoughts to back myself off; not easy when a stunner like Nia was staring back at me with that little grin on her face!

Now I began pumping, Nia pushing back against me, holding herself tight to me to give herself leverage to pump back. I could feel everything happening inside her, the ripples and squeezing of her rectum as she built toward another orgasm, the tell-tale flush showing me just how close she was.

Nia suddenly began to gasp and groan as her orgasm burned through her, her anus fluttering and squeezing in sympathy with her vagina as it too contracted and fluttered, rolling her orgasm on and on.

"Oooh God, Jamie, oooh, yess, oooh yesss, Jamie...!" she groaned, clamping down tight on me as her anus contracted. The feeling of her clenching and clamping me was too much, and I came in an explosion of sperm, groaning as I came inside her depths, the sensation at once joyful and extremely satisfying. I came again and again, blasting my spunk into the depths of her bowels, bathing her insides with my seed. 

We slumped back, sweaty and satisfied, to relax and bask in the afterglow, muscles twitching and fluttering as adrenaline raced around our bodies and only slowly dissipated.

Nia raised up on one elbow and grinned down at me.

"So, Jamie, are you going to marry me and make babies any time soon?" she asked, her eyes twinkling, and I could only grin back as I gently pulled her against me.

"Princess, you just say the word and we go for it, I'm ready!" I reassured her, hoping my words convinced her. I felt ready for a family, and I wanted one with her, so I hoped she got that from me.

Suddenly her eyes opened wide and she looked at my watch as she jumped up.

"Ready! Oh Christ, Jamie, that Mountie's going to be here in a few minutes, up, Jamie, up!" 

We hustled off the bed and into the bathroom, Nia pushing me into the shower first, telling me I should go first so I could delay him while she showered, so after the world's quickest shower, just a lick and a promise, really, I waited in the room while Nia did whatever it was that women did in showers for the three hours it takes them to take a shower; I was wondering if she'd decided to re-grout the bathroom while she was in there when she finally made her grand entrance, and this Louis D'Hérault bloke still hadn't made an appearance, so we decided to go see if we could intercept him in the foyer.

When we got to the main desk, I asked if there had been any messages for us, and the clerk pointed us at a paunchy, rumpled-looking man, telling me that my guest had opted to wait for us rather than be sent on up to our room. Nia and I walked over to introduce ourselves, and he jumped up, suddenly all smiles, grinning appreciatively at Nia. 

"Your Pardon, M'sieur, for not coming up to your room, they told me you had a beautiful lady with you, so I thought it best not to disturb you!" he asserted, Nia smiling at the compliment, while I thought "Yep, this guy's definitely French!" 

After a few amenities, and some lavish compliments to Nia, which she politely accepted, he got down to the reason for us all being here, and it was a bombshell.

"M'sieur, I have been going through past investigations, witness testimony, and trial transcripts, and I believe I know where the child you are seeking was taken, and who she was adopted by."

Nia gasped, and I leaned forward, eager to hear more, as he continued.

"She was originally passed off as an orphan from a children's home run by a family we had reason to believe was involved in people trafficking. This home was in Vancouver, but all records of her in Vancouver are missing, probably destroyed in an attempt to disguise the true scale of the operation in Canada. However, a child closely matching her description was legally adopted by a family in San Francisco through an agency in Sacramento connected to, and possibly run by the same family. My colleague in the San Francisco Police Department and his contacts in Children & Family Services have managed to locate the child involved, and are waiting for a judge to rule on whether you can contact her, seeing as you are not the birth parents. As she's over 21 now, there may not be a problem, but I'll have to wait for a ruling and the go-ahead from the District Attorney's office in San Francisco before I can direct you further."

I got all this second hand, as his English was too fragmentary for me to understand what he was saying, so the body of the story was related to Nia in French, but Canadian 'Quebecois' French dialect, which is a little like a modern English-speaker trying to have a conversation about computers and data processing with an eighteenth century Welsh milkmaid. Nia only spoke modern French, so she spent a certain amount of time screwing up her forehead as she tried to puzzle out what he was saying through the maze of anachronisms and local dialect shifts. 

We got the gist of it, though; Nia was trembling with excitement at the thought of finally getting to meet her sister. I, however was anxious in case some judge in California decided that we had no right or compelling reason to contact this woman who may or may not be Nia's sister. If necessary, we could fly to the Bay Area tomorrow; both Nia and I had multiple-entry visa's from previous trips, I had a B1 and Nia had a B2 holiday visa, so the whole ESTA 72-hour thing didn't apply, otherwise I think Nia would have gone berserk in the US Consulate in Toronto, a place noted for its mind-numbingly long waits and legendary lack of urgency. 

We decided to take the sergeant to dinner as a thank you, Nia noting with well hidden amusement his attempts to be charming as his eyes rolled up and down her. More than once she had to twist away from him as he slipped his hand onto the small of her back and tried slowly sliding it downwards. 

I watched this in amusement; anyone who tries to grope Nia usually ends up bitterly regretting it; ask Mark Jameson if you don't believe me, but eventually amusement ran out, and I had to have a word with him, something along the lines of if he didn't keep his hands to himself, then copper or not, I'd shove his head so far up his arse he could use his bellybutton as a blow-hole, and even in my fractured French he got the message. 

After this, dinner went off very cordially, and we parted having agreed to come and see him and his files at nine a.m. the following day. We were both bushed; local time was 10 p.m. but our body clocks were still on GMT, and it was three a.m. for us, on top of that the exhaustion from a transatlantic flight, plus the fun and games earlier. Right now, the thought of bed and some sleep was uppermost in both our minds. When we got back to the hotel, we had the Room Service send us up some coffee and a club sandwich to share; Thai-Nouvelle Cuisine fusion is all well and good, if a somewhat odd combination, but there's nothing there to get your teeth into, and tired as we were, we were already feeling the pangs. 

We sat and chatted and while we ate our sandwich and absorbed the fact that we were in Toronto. Nia idly played with her bracelet, holding it in front of the lamp to watch blue glints cast by the diamond's spilling over the tablecloth and my face, turning it in fascination to watch the stones glitter and sparkle.

"Jamie, look, the light on the tablecloth, look, it's exactly the same colour as your eyes, or mine I suppose; how marvellous, you said you bought it to match my eyes, now I believe you!"

We finished up and got ready for bed, Nia yawning hugely as she undressed and climbed into bed. I followed suit and switched off the light on my nightstand, while Nia kept her bedside lamp on, as she always does. I was just falling asleep when I heard her stirring restlessly and muttering, the click as she turned on the radio and the muted gabble as she hunted through stations. The sound of classic Philly soul made itself heard, and she gave a sigh, relaxing as The O'Jays played softly in the background. I listened to the sound and drifted away, dreaming of Nia and her incredible eyes.

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Monday, 9th May, 2012

10th & Anza, San Francisco

Bethany woke with a start, realising she'd been dozing in front of the TV again. She'd especially wanted to see the episode of NCIS where Ari gets nailed for murdering Caitlin Todd and attempting to kill Gibbs, and now she'd missed it, again. Her dream had been strange and confused, and it was already fading as she woke; she'd been holding a bracelet with blue stones sparkling in lamplight, and had wanted to hold the bracelet up to the lamplight again, to admire the frosty blue glint, but the little boy, Jamie, had appeared from nowhere and taken the bracelet away and said to her "She's coming soon, you have to be ready, remember that, Bethany, and wake up Bethany, WAKE UP!"

She'd jolted awake to see Corey standing there, a cup of coffee for her.

"Wake up, honey, you were snoring! If you want to sleep, you should go to bed! Heavy day today, huh?" he grinned, passing her the cup as he picked up his own off the side table.

Bethany glared at him. "I do NOT snore! If you want to talk about snoring, let's start with your mother, shall we...? And I wasn't asleep, just...contemplating, OK?"

Corey grinned. "Sure, baby, just look this way a second..."

He wiped the corner of her mouth with his thumb. "Little bit of contemplation just...leaked out there...got it!"

He grinned at her expression, and eventually Bethany grinned back.

"Where are the kids, Corey?" she asked, luxuriously stretching out and pointing her toes.

Corey leaned back and stretched as well, enjoying the pleasant crackle as his joints popped.

"Jodie's waiting for you to tuck her in, and Ryan's playing some kid game with orc's and wizards and dragons and shit like that on-line with his new friend; don't worry, parental controls are on, and it's age-appropriate."

Bethany cocked an eyebrow at him. "What new friend is this?"

Cory closed his eyes as he leaned all the way back. "Some kid he met at school, little older than him. Johnnie, or Jamie, or something. Seems to like him, I saw him, little oriental kid, dresses kinda strange, punky, y'know, like something out of the 'Bad' music video, but he seems OK. He gave Ryan this." Corey flipped something to Bethany, and she caught it to look curiously at it. It was a small silvery medallion with a depiction of a tiger surrounded by Chinese ideograms.

Bethany turned it over between her fingers, stood up and went over to the shelf and picked up the token the little boy had given her five days ago.

"Look at this, Corey, some kid gave it to me last week, he insisted it was mine. His name was Jamie, too..."

Corey examined the token carefully. "This looks real old, why'd some kid want to give it to you out of the blue? You say he gave it to you last week? Funny, I never noticed it. And it's a tiger as well. Looks like we've started collecting Chinese tigers!" he grinned. Bethany took it back from him; as soon as Corey took it from her, she'd felt uneasy, a sense of loss pervading her, disappearing as soon as she took it back from him. Strange that he'd not noticed something so gaudy in a room dominated by neutral shades and pale tones, she mused as she walked out of the room to tuck her daughter in and get Ryan off the Internet and into bed.

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I woke gradually, lying on my side, without, for once, Nia's arm draped across my face. Instead, she was spooned behind me, her arm around my midriff and her breathing slow and soft against my back. I lay still, not wanting to disturb her, and enjoying the absolute quiet and peace of the room. After a few minutes, however, she stirred and gently patted my stomach. 

"Morning, Polar Bear," she murmured into my back. How did she do that, I wondered, how did she always know I was awake or asleep? It was like she was tuned-in on Radio Jamie and always picked up my current state. Mum tells me that whenever I'm dozing in front of the TV with dad, Nia will come into the house quietly, telling mum she doesn't want to disturb me. How does she know I'm asleep before she's even come in the house?

I put all that away as I turned to her.

"Morning Princess, welcome to Canada, what's your pleasure this morning?" I smiled at her, and she grinned back and slipped her hand into my shorts, wrapping her warm little fingers around my hardening cock.

"Oh, I see!" I smiled back, pulling her closer for a nuzzle and a grope, slipping my hands inside her panties to cup and squeeze her delectable little bum cheeks. Nia continued to squeeze and gently slide her hand up and down my cock while I squeezed and moulded her buttocks, pulling them apart to slide my fingers along her damp slit, feeling the lips swell and part as I lightly rubbed between them. Nia pulled herself closer to me and kissed me gently as she continued to rub and squeeze me, pulling me into solid, throbbing hardness. 




Nia Ch. 05



I slipped her panties down past her hips, and she let go of me to pull them all the way off, and sat up briefly to tug her t-shirt over her head, before hooking my shorts and yanking them down far enough for me to kick them off. I gathered her into me, and she smiled and gently pushed me back down onto my back, sliding a slim leg over me to pull herself on top of me. My hands slid down her soft, smooth back to once again cup and fondle her taut buttocks, and Nia smiled at me as she reached behind and found me, pointing my hardness at her and sliding down to slowly impale herself on me. 

The feel of her moist heat engulfing my head was incredible, as always, the tight warmth slowly enveloping my length as she slid down me until I was balls-deep inside her. Now she began to undulate, sliding herself up and down on me, gripping and squeezing my length as she did so, while simultaneously rubbing her clitoris on the wiry hair at the base of my penis. Neither one of us could stand this long, and I watched as the flush spread down her throat and across her upper chest as her arousal built. Her movements against me became more and more definite as she ground and slid above me, the squeezing and clenching of her pussy walls becoming harder as she moved faster against me. 

The end came for her with a loud, hissing groan, and she collapsed on top of me, holding me tight as she shuddered and quivered on top of me, her head buried in my shoulder and her teeth not quite breaking the skin of my shoulder as she clamped down on me. The pulsing and squeezing of her vaginal walls and the sudden sharp thrill of pain from her teeth clamped on my shoulder was too much to bear. I came with a loud groan, filling my darling sister-fiancée's pussy with my sperm as my balls tightened and delivered their tribute into her. 

At last, my convulsing penis was stilled, the torrent of spunk reduced to a trickle, and I lay back, satisfied, the afterglow feeling hazy and warm, my Nia sprawled on top of me with my hands still holding her tight to me by her delightful bum.

All good things have to come to an end, and even though I would have preferred to lie there all day with my girl held tightly against me, I knew we had places to go and people to see. I smacked her on her bum, lightly, of course, just enough to make her grin.

"Come on, you, we have to go and see Sergeant Happy Hands, I bet you're looking forward with bated-breath to even more of his blue-chinned leering, aren't you?"

Nia grinned cheekily at me. "But of course! I live for middle-aged Lothario's pawing at me; you're just a distraction until the right combination of middle-aged spread and hair-loss comes along!"

We showered in turns, Nia went first then she ordered breakfast while I showered, then we took a cab to the Metropolitan Toronto Police HQ on College Street to meet the sergeant again. After the usual amenities, enquiries if we slept well, that sort of thing, but this time without the leering innuendo, we went to the office he shared with the Special Victims Unit to talk about his progress, if any, with the San Francisco District Attorney. 

The upshot of the discussion was that various state and federal agencies had been informed and were assisting in California, and we should go back to our hotel and wait. Louis assured us that the various people involved would work out a way for us to meet with the woman we supposed to be Hu'e. He gave us a fairly detailed run-down on how it would work, but to be honest, I soon got lost in the maze of legal and federal rules and regulations governing these situations, but as this apparently had happened before, legal precedent existed. He was hopeful that we should hear very soon, and advised us to sight-see and enjoy Toronto for a couple of days. He ended the meeting with a promise to call us or leave a message as soon as he heard. 

We left in good spirits; Louis was confident that all would be well. He explained that this wasn't unusual, and he expressed his hope that we'd soon be on our way. Nia hugged and thanked him, which brought a delighted smile to his rumpled face. I saw his hands twitch to go around her; however, he also saw me watching him, and he'd obviously taken my quiet word with him the previous night to heart, as his hands stayed firmly by his sides...

We spent the next two days sightseeing in Toronto, as suggested, and lazing in our room, feeling useless but waiting for that word that meant we could finally go and see if this was over, at last. It had taken three years of our lives, and to be honest, it was starting to become wearisome and depressing; a resolution one way or the other would have been welcome, whatever the outcome. 

I was really starting to feel like we'd come as far as we ever would; perhaps she really was gone forever, and we'd followed a dud clue to the wrong person? The fact is, I'd lost hope, and I'd lost faith in Nia's certainty that her sister as somehow still alive, happy, healthy and rarin' to find her real family; supposing she was happy in her family here; had Nia considered that? I didn't think so...

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Wednesday, 12th May, 2012

10th & Anza, San Francisco

Bethany and Cory were sitting in the kitchen, chatting about work and drinking a coffee while they waited for the lasagne to finish, when there came a ring at the doorbell. Bethany looked accusingly at Corey. 

"If that's your mother again, I swear, I'm driving her up to Marin Headlands and kicking her off! Every time one of her 'relationships' implodes, she comes here, loaded, and then I have to explain to the kids, again, why Gramma's crying. And she won't leave! She drives me batshit and she won't go home, and that drives me even more batshit!"

Corey grinned ruefully as he headed for the door.

"She doesn't mean anything by it; she's just trying to be part of the family!" 

Bethany snorted. "Why can't she be part of Jo and Eric's family, or Carl and Lena's family? I'll tell you why; it's because Eric and Lena both put their foot down, that's why. Visits I don't mind, turning up unannounced and loaded is becoming a regular thing, like it's some kind of right. Your family saw me coming, that's the problem; your sister and your brother don't have any problem keeping her and her drinking away, why don't you?"

Bethany turned and went back into the kitchen to check on the lasagne; despite her objections, she knew she wouldn't turn Corey's mother away, she never had, no matter how scary drunk she'd been in the past, so she contented herself with muttering darkly about the family members who lived inconveniently far away and so had a perfect excuse not to take on Maureen Warren and her relationship issues. Bethany heard the sound of voices, male voices, not Maureen's slurred tones, Corey speaking with however it was, and the sound of the door closing, and him asking someone to take a seat.

Corey appeared in the kitchen doorway. 

"Babe, turn that off, someone's here to see you." 

His tone and the expression on his face told her something was up, so, setting the oven timer for another 20 minutes, she wiped her hands and followed him into the living room.

There were two men standing up as she came into the room, and they introduced themselves as Detective Harry Regan, of the SFPD Special Victims Unit, and FBI Special Agent John Davison.

Bethany moved closer to Corey, unnerved by having the police and the FBI in her home.

"Corey, what's this about, why have...?" she began, but Regan was quick to ease her fears.

"Mrs. Warren, we belong to a Task Force that's been investigating child trafficking and babies for cash dealers, both here in the continental United States, and in conjunction with other National, federal and local police and law-enforcement bodies worldwide. One of the items that came up was the matter of your own adoption. The Agency that arranged the adoption with your parents was a front for an international criminal enterprise selling babies on the black-market for legitimate adoption. We believe you yourself were obtained in this way, from an agency in Vancouver, smuggled into the US, and passed off as another child, with falsified birth records. Special Agent Davison has been in contact with a team in Canada investigating the same organisation in Canada and worldwide."

Special Agent Davison spoke up now.

"Mrs. Warren, the team in Canada were able to track you across Asia and into Canada, thence to California due to the cooperation of several dedicated and motivated teams in various countries. A female child closely matching your description, including the birthmark on the left side of your neck, was stolen from a subdivision of Da Nang known as Hoa Hiep." 

"That child subsequently surfaced in Vancouver less than a month later, and promptly disappeared, the child that was listed under that name and adopted in Vancouver was the wrong gender and age, and then a child closely matching the original description from Vancouver was adopted by John and Phyllis Keyes of Pleasanton. I understand your adoptive parents have passed away, please accept my condolences. I want you to understand, they did nothing wrong; all the paperwork was correctly filed and notarized, and they took delivery of what they had every reason to believe was an orphan legitimately placed for adoption."

He stirred, looking closely at Bethany.

"Mrs. Warren, your real family have never stopped hoping for news of you. They have been searching for you, and it was them who alerted us to your case through their own investigations conducted in Vietnam, in Hong Kong, Thailand, Laos and Singapore. I was asked to show you this."

He took out a photograph and passed it over to Bethany who looked at her own face, her hair, even her birthmark, but it wasn't her, it was an older woman. She wordlessly passed the photograph to Corey, who whistled at the resemblance.

"Special Agent Davison, who is this woman?" she asked, her voice low and steady.

Davison looked at her steadily. "This is Anh Thienh Lo, your birth mother," he said, gauging her reaction.

"I see. Will you excuse me please?" said Bethany in that same low monotone, rising and walking away into the kitchen, mechanically checking the lasagne and getting the plates and glasses out of the cabinet. 

Corey apologised with his eyes and slipped into the kitchen.

"Babe, don't you want to know more, anything else they might have to tell you?

Bethany looked at him steadily, and slowly shook her head.

"I had a mom, and a dad, they're gone, but they were my mom and dad, not some face in a photograph!"

Corey tried a different approach.

"Don't you want to know about the rest of your family, who and where they are?" and again Bethany shook her head.

"My family are here, and I know who they are!" she almost shouted, lowering her voice to tell him, "I don't want to talk about it, Corey; I just want to have dinner!"

Corey nodded assent and rejoined the two men in the living room.

"She's a little shaken by all this just now, let me have some time with her, I'm sure I'll be able to get her to come round."

The two men agreed, and left their cards with him. As they were leaving, Special Agent Davison added one thing.

"Mrs. Warren's younger sister is the one who finally helped us track her down; she put the final pieces together, she's been looking for her older sister for years; you might want to let your wife know that there are others in this who are hurting as well, who want to see her again, perhaps it may help her see things differently."

Corey came back into the kitchen to find Bethany sitting at the breakfast bar with tears in her eyes, the photograph of Anh on the counter in front of her.

"Why did I have to find out, Corey, why now? I only just got over losing her, now I have another one, when does this end, who else am I supposed to lose before it stops hurting and just becomes normal? How many mother's do you have to lose?"

Corey hugged her, understanding what she was saying, but his eyes kept being drawn back to the photograph on the counter. The woman in it was definitely Bethany's birth mother, there was no doubt about that, the resemblance was startling, with even the same quirk in her smile.

Bethany noticed the direction of his gaze, and grimaced.

"I know, and I accept she's my real mother, but if I accept that, then what about my mom, where's she supposed to fit in all this? She was my real mom too, and I loved her, no-one's going to replace her!"

Corey soothed her as she began to cry.

"It's all right, it's OK to feel like that, mom brought you up, not this woman, but she's also hurting. You were stolen away from her, she didn't give you away, and she's been hoping and waiting for her girl to come back as well. You have a sister, did I tell you? She's the one who found you, and she wants to meet you, just to know her sister is alive and well I suppose. How much could it hurt to meet this girl, your kid sister?"

Bethany stopped crying to look levelly at him.

"I have a kid sister? Really?"

Corey nodded. 

"That's what the FBI said. She's the one who's been digging around the world, looking for you, trying to trace you; are you sure you want to tell her to go away? Whether you accept her or not, she's committed herself to finding you; you owe her something for that at least!" 

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I woke in the middle of the night, thinking Nia had called me, but she was fast asleep, her breathing slow and deep, so I dismissed it as a dream. As I drifted, Nia suddenly spoke, but she wasn't speaking to me; she was dreaming, and talking in Ting Viet, or so I assumed for a second, then years of listening to mum kicked in, and I realised it wasn't Vietnamese, it was some other language. I'd heard something like it once before, and I struggled to think where, then an image of Nia kneeling, hands clasped in prayer popped into my mind, and I knew where I'd heard this before. It was Cham, the Vietnamese Latin, and Nia had told me she didn't speak it, she only knew the prayers. Now she was having a conversation in her dreams, and she was speaking Cham like a native tongue, having a long and involved discourse with...someone. 

Whatever this conversation was, it was beginning to have an effect on her; she was speaking faster, almost desperately, and her head began whipping from side to side. I switched on my bedside lamp, and reached over to touch her, and her eyes snapped open, staring at me, but they weren't her eyes. Gone were her sapphire blue doll's eyes, now her eyes in the muted golden light from the lamp seemed to flash light smoky amber, golden and sharp. Her eyes narrowed, and she said something to me, still in Cham, then she smiled, and closed her eyes, her face relaxing as she dropped back into deep sleep.

I the morning, I asked her casually if she'd had a good night. She looked at me and pursed her lips, debating whether or not to share with me.

"Jamie, I had the strangest dream. I dreamed of Hu'e, but that's not her name; her name's ...I can't remember. In my dream, she had a husband, and a little girl, and maybe a boy. She lived...somewhere with lots of wires overhead, I could see them in shadows on her face. She looked just like mum! She asked me for my bracelet, and I gave it to her, and she gave me a little coin in return, a red coin with a golden...thing on it, then I was in the Linh Son Temple in Upper Norwood with mum, and I was looking at the big statue of Hu Ye, and he spoke to me; he said 'You must go to her, now she is ready'. And I asked him where I was supposed to go, and he said 'You will know when you know'" and I woke up. I tell you, when I have weird dreams, I have world-class ones! I suppose I'm just lucky it wasn't carrots with teeth and an overwhelming fear of boots!"

I looked at her, relieved she wasn't reading portents and omens and God knows what into it. She accepted it was just the usual type of hugely significant dream that means so much while you're having it, and fades to nothing after you waken. 

"You were talking in your sleep last night, which is a first, you were gabbling away in Cham, long involved and noisy!" I grinned, and she grinned back.

"Bullshit, I don't speak Cham, and neither do you. It was just garbled dream nonsense! What are we doing today?" 

We spent the morning poking around various markets and little shops, not finding anything particularly unavailable in London, but Nia's addicted to street markets, so we poked and prodded and rummaged, looking through 'genuine' Native American handicrafts with the 'Made in China' printing still just visible, wobbly Mexican pottery from Taiwan, and bootleg CD's by the box-load.

When we finally got back to the hotel at lunchtime, Nia's appetite for pawing through cheap tat finally sated, there was a message asking us to call Louis at Toronto Police HQ.

When I'd finished speaking to him, Nia looked at me questioningly, so I grinned at her.

"Let's get packed, we're going to San Francisco!"

Nia squealed and jumped on me, then calmed down as we started to work out the logistics of this. I had a date and a place to meet this woman, Bethany Warren; Friday, May 14th, at the FBI building on Golden Gate Avenue. We were meeting Agent Davison, and a policeman, Detective Harry Regan of the Special Victims Unit, at three p.m. that day. I had the front desk arrange our booking for the Radisson Hotel on Fisherman's Wharf, not a million miles from Golden Gate Avenue, and asked them to arrange flights for us for that afternoon or early evening to San Francisco. They had our card details, and there was a knock at the door before we'd even finished packing, a Customer Assistant with our flight details for later that afternoon and ticket claim checks.

We arrived at the hotel at seven p.m. to be met by Detective Regan, a pleasant man in his mid-thirties, who briefed us on what the meeting was about.

"Bethany Warren was not too happy about this meet," he explained, "she grew up the daughter of a family from Pleasanton, in the East bay, Alameda County, so she was understandably more than a little shocked to hear what we had to tell her. I showed her the picture of her birth mother, and I have to say, the resemblance is startling, as it is with you, Miss Morrison; there's no doubt in my mind that you and she are siblings, the resemblance is extraordinary!"

Nia wanted to know if Bethany would be amenable or hostile, and Detective Regan shrugged.

"I...think she'll be...approachable. This is all a great shock to her, but she's handling it as well as could be expected; just don't get your hopes up that she'll run into your arms; she's still not comfortable about how this has all come about." 

We had a quiet dinner at a superb place on Fisherman's Wharf, just a few minutes' walk from the hotel, and watched the seals basking in the last of the evening sun as we chatted about what the next day would bring. Nia was excited but pragmatic. I thought she'd had some unrealistic expectations from the start, but Detective Regan telling us that this Bethany wasn't exactly straining at the leash to meet us had wound Nia down several notches.

After a restless night, Nia finally fell asleep in the early hours, waking again with a start at nine o'clock, jittery and unable to relax. She paced, twiddled, chewed her lip and whistled tunelessly until I could take it no longer. As we had several hours to kill, and we were in San Francisco, I decided that we might as well do some touristy things, so we rode a cable car and a Muni train, took pictures of the city from Marin Headlands, strolled back across the Golden Gate Bridge and took pictures of the double-decked Bay Bridge. We wandered down Market Street for Nia to buy something for mum and dad, and by then it was time to go to our meeting.

At 2.45 p.m. we were waiting in the lobby of the FBI building for Special Agent Davison and Detective Regan. We'd been given to understand that Regan was here at the request of Bethany, which seemed odd, but it was her choice. 




Nia Ch. 05



Agent Davison came and retrieved us and took us to his office, where we waited for Bethany and her husband to arrive. Eventually here came a knock at the door, and Regan came in followed by two people. As he stepped out of the way, Nia gasped, as did the woman standing there. I was speechless. She looked exactly like mum, her expression, the way she held her head, everything. Nia was half standing, her hand pressed against her lips, and we all stood there in silence. Eventually, Bethany's husband gently nudged her, and she gave a start, tearing her eyes away from her rapt study of Nia's features.

Once we were all seated again, Agent Davison introduced us all, and I learned that the man with Bethany was her husband, Corey, Nia's brother.

Bethany began by asking us how we'd traced her, never once taking her eyes of Nia, and Nia just sat there transfixed, so I made all the running. 

"Your mother, Anh lives in England now. She escaped to Laos after you were stolen, to get away from a police captain, a man named Thuyet. He wanted your mother to pass around among his friends, and he'd decided that he'd had enough of waiting. Mum went to the market one day, and when she came back, you were gone, and so was your father, Vienh. A neighbour smuggled her into Laos after your father's body was found; he'd been murdered, and you'd disappeared without trace. Your name was Hu'e Vienh Lo, and mum has never forgotten you, and never stopped wanting you back." 

I paused, trying to gauge her reaction, but Bethany's face remained impassive while I unreeled what we'd been doing over the past few years

"Nia and I first learned about you three years ago, just before Nia went to university. While she studied Law, I've been digging around in Vietnam, Thailand, Singapore, and Hong Kong, using my connections, and friends, and friends of friends, to try and get a line on you." 

"A little while ago, we caught a break. I work in the Oil industry, and while I was on a survey in Vietnam, I managed to find some records that led me to Laos, then to Hong Kong and a gang of people traffickers. My friend in the Thai Border Force gave me some records and details, which I'm sure Agent Davison here has copies of."

Special Agent Davison nodded in affirmation. 

"The records and information we obtained from Mr. Morrison and his contacts have been invaluable in closing several other cases of this nature here in the US and in Canada." he asserted. He nodded at me to go on.

"Mum, your mother, my stepmother, has been hoping for news of you for 28 years, and it's only now, because of the sharing of information between several national and regional law enforcement agencies, that we've been able together all the clues that led us here."

I stopped, because something was wrong here. Bethany looked disinterested, almost hostile, and the way she was looking at Nia wasn't sisterly at all; quite the opposite.

"Can I ask you something?" she requested, sounding laconic and bored, and I nodded.

"What exactly does this have to do with me?" she asked, looking at Nia, at me, at the FBI agent. Nia looked like she'd been slapped, and I could see from Davison's expression that this was not how he'd expected this to go.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Warren, I don't understand...!" he said, looking mystified, and Bethany stood up, looking at Nia and I.

"All this is very interesting, but it's ancient history and I'm sorry, but really don't see that it has anything to do with me. Corey, can we go now?" she asked, her husband also looking equally surprised at her tone. 

Nia half-rose from her seat, looking at Bethany in something closely akin to shock, while I moved to hold her as she wavered.

"No, please, don't go, please...!" she murmured, reaching out to Bethany, who looked at her outstretched hand, and looked away, disinterest radiating off her.

"Corey, this is nothing to do with us, the sitter goes home at six, so we have to go!" 

"But you're my sister, don't you want to...?" began Nia, but Bethany cut her off.

"No I don't, and I'm sorry, but you're not my sister. I have no family except my children, I had a mother, and I loved her and she's gone. Your mother is your mother, not mine; none of this has any bearing on me or my life, so I think you should just please leave me alone. I want no part of you or your family; they're not my family, and my life works just fine right now without any of you in it. It may have meant something 28 years ago, but you're 28 years too late, and I have nothing for you, and you have nothing I want. Corey!"

Now I felt like I'd been slapped, but the look on Nia's sweet face was boring an acid hole in the pit of my stomach.

"Please, you're my sister! My mother...!" and again Bethany cut across her.

"Your mother missed me so much she wasted no time in replacing me with you, is that what you were going to say? I've heard enough of this; this is your issue, not mine, it has nothing to do with me, and I have to go, my kids need me! Corey, we're leaving!"

Nia was whispering "That's not true, it's not true, how can you say that? Please, don't leave; I looked for you for so long, we all did, please...!

She turned to me, shocked and stunned.

"Jamie, please...don't...Jamie...please...no ..." she whispered, tears filling her eyes and spilling down her cheeks. My girl needed me to make this nightmare not be happening to her, and I knotted-up inside, because I didn't know how. Bethany resolutely looked away as Nia clung to me, my heart breaking for her as the hurt from Bethany's rejection etched itself on her face. 

I gathered her into me as she started to sob, Bethany's face still impassive, unconcerned. Her husband looked shocked, an expression almost of distaste on his face as he stared at his wife. Bethany waited for Agent Davison to show her out, and she and Corey left, his look and shrug apologetic as the door closed behind him.

Detective Regan was shocked, confused, and sympathetic.

"I'm really sorry it turned out this way," he stated, "I've never seen a reaction like that before, it caught me completely off-guard. I really thought Mrs. Warren was eager to meet her sister, obviously I was mistaken. I'm so sorry."

Special Agent Davison came back and said pretty much the same thing. He had no idea what had sparked-off Bethany's hostile, almost aggressive response to us, to Nia in particular, and to be honest, I didn't really care. This was the fall I had been trying so desperately to avert for Nia, the thing I had feared most of all, and now I had to try and salvage her from this bloody mess. 

She'd spent three years of her life, all her spare time and effort, boundless emotional investment, and she'd been rejected out of hand by the one person in the whole world she wanted so much to find. Bethany had refused to even touch her, and I think that had hurt as much as the outright rejection. Out of nowhere the old aphorism popped into my head; 'Be careful what you wish for, you may just get it'. Here was the living truth of that.

I was outraged at the callous rudeness and lack of common politeness that woman had shown; what had my Nia ever done to her except search the world over for her? My girl was one step away from hysterics here, and that woman had looked at her like she was a nasty stain on the sidewalk. If anybody richly deserved a slap right now, it was Bethany Warren, I was certain of it. 

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Friday May 14th 

10th & Anza

Corey sat tight-lipped in front of the television, staring blankly and bouncing his keys, a pall of anger and shame surrounding him; anger at Bethany for her callous cruelty, and shame for the way his wife had behaved toward those two kids, who'd done nothing except criss-cross the planet looking for her. They'd looked like such nice kids, they'd tried to reach out to her, and she'd slapped them away, instead spitting bile and bitterness he never knew she had in her, showing a side of her he'd never seen before; he'd always believed Bethany was the sweetest, most compassionate, most loving person he'd ever met, so who was that obnoxious bitch back at the FBI Building? 

Bethany was avoiding him, and even the kids had picked up that daddy was in no mood to be trifled with; one look at his face and they'd faded into their rooms; he'd been silent and uncommunicative in the cab back from Golden Gate Avenue, and Bethany knew that he was mad at her; no, correction, he was furious with her. He sat pondering, not seeing the images on the screen, instead seeing again and again the shocked anguish in that young girl's eyes, in Bethany's sister's eyes, reminding himself again that there had been no need for it, she'd lashed out at an innocent target. Right now Corey wasn't feeling particularly friendly toward his wife; she'd done a mean, cruel and spiteful thing, and he was ashamed of her, and ashamed of himself for watching her do it and not stepping-in to call a halt.

He came to a decision, stood up, and headed toward the door, bouncing his keys. Bethany stepped in front of him as he fumbled with the door latch.

"Honey, where are you going?" she asked, although she had a fairly good idea.

Corey looked at her levelly. "Please get out of my way Bethany, I have to go out, I have to fix this and I may be a while." He brushed past her, and yanked the door open, and paused, turning to look back at her.

"Why did you hurt those kids like that, baby? They did nothing to you; nothing at all. They came looking for you, all they wanted to do was see you, so they could tell their mom that her daughter's alive and well; they were reaching out to you, all you had to do was just smile, give a little back, and walk away; instead you pissed in their faces. I hope you feel proud of yourself, you made that little girl cry for nothing. Who are you, and what have you done with my Bethany? Because the Bethany I married would never have been so cruel or callous. While I'm gone, why don't you go sit down somewhere and think of a really good reason why you behaved like that, because I can't!"

Bethany watched him leave, wanting to go with him, not daring to call him back, and writhing inside with shame at the disappointment she knew he was feeling right now. 

He was right; those kids had done nothing, and she'd felt a small, mean sense of triumph at lashing out at them to demonstrate just how much she didn't need them, to drive home that they weren't her family, in any sense. Bethany knew anything she told herself right now was rationalisation, pure and simple; the truth was, the thought of having another family had made her feel that she'd never really belonged to her mom and dad, but even thinking that had felt deeply disloyal to their memory; they were her parents, and though they'd now passed away, she was afraid of anyone taking her away from them. 

Feeling that way, it had been easy to attempt to drive these interlopers away, these people who'd come to claim her for their own family when she knew she wasn't and never had been one of them. She wanted to keep on being Bethany Keyes, married to Corey Warren, not this Hu'e whatever persona they were trying to saddle her with.

Even so, the look on that girl's face, in her eyes, the hurt she'd caused her, hadn't made Bethany feel any better. She'd set out to hurt these people for intruding in her life, and she'd succeeded, and knowing she was wrong had only compounded it for her, because having gone there, it had been easy to keep lashing out, and that poor kid hadn't done anything to deserve it. Bethany felt wretched, and found herself wishing she'd been less dismissive, less obnoxious, and a little more understanding of what those two kids had been doing and where they'd had to go to find her. 

Now it was too late; she'd burned her bridges there, no doubt about that. Corey had gone to try and make it right, but she doubted he could, nor should he have had to; it should have been her, and that made her feel even more wretched, that she'd forced poor Corey to go and try and undo what should never have happened at all. Bethany looked at herself in the hall mirror. She needed to apologise, but she didn't know how she could, and Corey shouldn't be trying to do it for her. The look on his face had hurt her deeply, and she knew she'd lost a little of him because of this, and that hurt even more. 

"I thought you were better than that..." she whispered to her reflection, and the eyes that looked back at her were filled with guilt and self-loathing.

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Nia was crying, my baby was crying in the other room, and I couldn't do anything about it. Bethany's rejection of her had cut right through her, and wounded her deeply, and I didn't know how to make it better. Now I had to call mum, tell her what had happened, and ask her how to comfort Nia, because right now, I wasn't in a comforting mood; right now I wanted to find Bethany Warren and tell her exactly what I thought of cruel bitches that hurt my baby and made her cry for nothing. I was just getting in the right frame of mind to pick up the phone and make that call when it rang. It was the Front Desk; I had a visitor, so I asked them to direct him up to the suite. A few minutes later there was a light knock at the door. I opened it expecting to see Regan or Agent Davison, but it was Corey Warren.

"Hello James, I...I wanted to see you before you left," he started, "may I come in? This will only take a few minutes, I promise, please, just hear me out!"

I invited him in, and motioned him to a seat, and I sat down opposite him.

"What can I do for you...?" I began.

"Corey, please, call me Corey; we are family, after all!" he smiled gently, and I found myself warming to him.

"OK, what can we do for you...Corey? I asked, returning his grin.

He clasped his hands together tightly in front of him, his fingers interlaced. "I came here to apologise for my wife's behaviour. What she did was uncalled for, and completely out of character, and to be honest, I really don't want to see her for a while, not until I've apologised properly to you, and to ...Nia? 

That little girl didn't deserve what Bethany did, and neither did you, and I honestly don't know why she did that. But it's done, and all I can do now is try and make it right."

I could feel the sincerity radiating off him, and I grinned.

"Would you like to meet Nia, properly, this time?" I asked him and he grinned back.

"I'd like that very much indeed," he said, "she looks so much like Bethany when she was that age! Whatever's going on in Bethany's head right now, there's absolutely no doubt in my mind they really are sisters!"

"Wait there, I'll just be one moment." I said, and knocked on the bedroom door before I went in. Nia was huddled on the bed, clasping a pillow tightly and staring into space. Her face was stained where her makeup had run and smeared, and her eyes were red and swollen. She turned to look at me, and tears welled up in her eyes again.

"Mum was right; some things should just be left alone. I was better off not knowing; all of this has been a fool's errand, Jamie, and I dragged you on it, I pushed you into the most God-forsaken places because of it, and you never complained, you just did it for me, and it was all for nothing. I'm sorry Polar Bear; I should have listened to mum, I should have just let this all go years ago! I wish I'd never heard of her, or come to this bloody place!" 

My heart wrenched as I listened to the last of her hope and idealism drain away, something else Bethany had taken away from her, but I still smiled and slid her close to me.

"We have a visitor, there's someone here to see you." I told her. She stared at me and I smiled encouragingly. "Come on, princess, family calls!"

Nia jumped up, knuckling her eyes. "Bethany...? and I shook my head.

"No, but her husband's here, he wants to meet his sister!"

Nia smiled sadly. "Give me five minutes and I'll be there, OK?

I rejoined Corey in the sitting room. "She's just making herself presentable; give her a few minutes...about four hours ought to do it!"

Corey grinned back. "Bethany's the same, it takes her most of the day to take a shower, and she always leaves the door tight shut, it's like a sauna in there for the rest of the day, and the smell of wet hair and conditioner is overpowering!"

We chatted about nothing much until the bedroom door opened, and Nia gingerly poked her head out. Corey saw her, and immediately stood, smiling broadly at her. Encouraged, she smiled back and crept into the room to huddle against me. Corey offered her his hand, and when she took it he pulled her close and gave her a quick hug, making her squeak with surprise.

We all sat down, and Corey spoke directly to Nia. "I came here to apologise for my wife's behaviour. I'm sorry you had to see that, I don't know where that came from. I've never seen her do that before in all the years I've known her, and I don't know why she did that to you, of all people. I'm sorry."

Nia smiled sadly at him. "It wasn't your fault, I shouldn't have got my hopes and expectations up; she had no reason to accept me out of the blue like that."

Corey demurred. "Nevertheless, what she said and did was wrong, and she knew it. I can't explain it, I don't know what was going through her head, but all I can offer is my sincerest apologies for what happened; you're her little sister, and she had no right to behave like that!"

Just then, the telephone rang again. I answered it and was told we had a visitor. I was puzzled, but asked they they be sent up to our suite. Nia looked at me enquiringly, and I told her we had another visitor on the way up to see us. Sure enough, a couple of minutes later there was a knock at the door, and I opened it to see Bethany standing there!

I was momentarily wrong-footed, and even Corey gaped to see his wife standing there. 

"I'm sorry for coming here like this," she said quietly, "I wanted to apologise to you...and to my sister."

Nia had risen from her seat, and Corey also stood, offering her his hand to help her rise. Wordlessly, I invited Bethany in, motioning her to sit, while Corey watched her in silence. 

Bethany stood with her eyes fixed on Nia. 

"James...Nia, I want to apologise for what I said today; my behaviour was inexcusable, and I'm truly sorry I hurt you. I was wrong, you are my sister, and you deserved better than what I offered; I'm sorry. Can we talk, please?"

Nia waited in silence, her eyes big and fearful. Bethany looked at Corey, at me, for any clue as to how to approach her. I nodded and pointed with my chin in Nia's direction, and Bethany held her hand out to her. Nia tentatively reached out and took her hand, and smiled as two big tears rolled down her cheeks. Cory took Bethany's other hand and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "So there you are, I was wondering where you'd gone!" I heard him whisper.

We all sat down, Nia not letting go of Bethany's hand, but I think the breakthrough moment actually came when Bethany leaned over and gently blotted Nia's tears with her handkerchief, a 'mum' gesture I had seen a thousand times when Nia was small.

Bethany spoke first. "Nia, I'm sorry, really, truly sorry, for the way I reacted earlier. I know I hurt you, and I apologise for that; I guess I wanted to hurt you for trying to make me part of you, because I didn't want to let go of my mom and dad, my adoptive parents. Does that make sense? I guess I overreacted when you started talking about 'our' mother. I couldn't hear that, because if I accepted your mom as mine too, then I'd have to let go of my mom, and I can't do that. My parents loved me very much, and I loved them and I miss them every single day!"

Nia nodded in understanding. 

"I would never ask you to give them up; they brought you up, they loved you, and it would be wrong and cruel to insist you let them go for a stranger. But my mum has a claim on you too. She didn't give you away, or abandon you, or sell you; she and her husband loved you very much, the three of you were all that was left of her family, and then you were taken, and they had to kill your father to take you away from him." 




Nia Ch. 05



"You were stolen, Bethany, by a man who's now sweltering in a hell-hole prison, thanks to Jamie, and sold to another man who's going to hang in a Chinese jail one day soon. Jamie and I wanted to find you, but not so we could tell you to turn your back on everything you know and love and come with us because you belong to us; we came to find you so my mum, who lost you so long ago, can finally know her little girl is safe, and well, and happy; that's all. I look at your face, and I see my mum; I look at you and I see my features as well, so I know you and I are family, the children of Anh Thienh Lo and all she's concerned about is the happiness of her children; you, me, and Jamie." 

Bethany looked at me. "You're my...brother?"

I grinned. "In a manner of speaking. After you were abducted, mum had to be smuggled out of Vietnam and into Laos, because the man who took you wanted her as his own personal plaything, and he'd already had no qualms about killing her husband. She was still only a young teenager with no family to protect her; her husband was dead, her mother died in the war and her father died in a border skirmish, all she had in the world was her husband, and you." 

"In Laos, she met a missionary family from England. When they came back to England, mum was still only a teenager, and she came with them. The missionary couple were my grandparents, and when they died mum and Laura, their daughter stayed together. Laura was my mother, she met my father at university but she died soon after I was born. When she found out how sick she was, she gave me to mum, her adopted sister, to be her son. Eventually mum married my father, and they had Nia; she's your half-sister and my half-sister, on both sides of the family."

Bethany nodded sombrely. "She's had quite a life, by the sound of it. What's she like?"

Nia looked at me, so I started. "Mum is...mum; she's funny, wise, smart, she's tiny and beautiful, a fabulous cook, she makes the best bread on the planet, and I'll fight anyone who disagrees, she puts up with my dad's awful jokes, she'll feed anybody at the drop of a hat, and she makes mango ice cream all the time; I virtually live on it. You'll like her. She calls me 'Huynh', which means 'Big Brother', but mostly she calls me 'little boy', which is a bit rich, coming from a tiny little lady like her! How about you, Bethany, have you any children?"

Her eyes went soft for a moment. "We have two; Ryan and Jodie. Would you like to meet them?"

Nia's eyes lit up. "Oh yes, please, but when?" and Bethany grinned.

"They're in the Lobby with Detective Regan; I couldn't get a sitter, and I didn't know where you were staying, so I called him, and he offered to bring me and the kids. I'll go get them!"

Bethany came back with two adorable little kids, a boy about six, and a little girl maybe a year younger, Ryan and Jodie. Ryan took after Corey, with a shock of jet black hair and grey eyes, but Jodie looked amazingly like Nia when she was that age, more proof, if any was needed, that these were her family. 

We ordered dinner in the suite for everyone, and Corey and I watched Nia connect with Bethany, talking about their lives, kids, college...and our marriage plans.

Bethany looked puzzled at that. 

"I thought you and Nia were half-siblings?" she asked, and Nia explained how we'd come about. Bethany was surprised and intrigued by our relationship, but chose not to make an issue of it.

"I won't hide anything from you," she'd told Bethany, "this is our family, warts and all. I've always loved Jamie, and he fell in love with me, we got engaged a few weeks ago, and we intend to get married as soon as we can. In fact, Jamie, you may as well know, the date booked for the church solemnization is July 16th, so no pressure, Polar Bear! Bethany, please come to my wedding, it would mean the world to me, and to mum, if you would!"

Bethany looked thoughtful for a moment.

"Just over two months away, I'm sure we can work something out. Corey?" Corey agreed, and so we were set. During our conversations one useful fact emerged. I happened to mention that we were getting married in Hong Kong, as per Nia's original plan, and Corey asked why we didn't just drive over to Reno and do it there. Because we were foreigners, all they needed was a photo document issued by a foreign government, and Nia and I both had UK driving licenses, which were acceptable as ID. They had different addresses, in different towns, so the names could be explained as coincidence, as Nia was not obviously my sister.

One odd incident; While Bethany and Nia were chatting, Bethany suddenly took hold of Nia's wrist and held up her bracelet, looking at it curiously. Nia asked her if there was anything wrong and Bethany shook her head, then said "I dreamed of a bracelet like this the other night, it was flashing blue light onto a tablecloth, and then my dream got all garbled, but I'm sure I've seen this bracelet before somewhere..." Nia looked oddly at her, and spoke slowly. 

"I was...doing that...on Monday, in here, and I dreamed I gave you my bracelet, and you gave me a...a coin, or a medal or something, red, it was red and gold..." she trailed off as Bethany showed her the token the little boy Jamie had given her. Nia looked at me in confusion.

"No it's not ...possible, just coincidence, a fluke...Jamie?"

I made sure I was deeply in conversation with Corey so I didn't hear her; whatever had happened between Bethany and Nia, I had no explanation, and I wasn't about to start reaching for one.

We followed Corey's suggestion, and two days later, we were legally married in Reno, the chapel even taking our documents to the courthouse to get the license for us. Nia had finally decided that she didn't want to work for UNICEF, she was wary of being posted abroad for years at a time; we'd talked about starting a family and we couldn't very well do that if Nia was seconded to Yemen or Djibouti or wherever. I decided I needed a legal advisor, and she had an International Law Diploma, so I asked her to come and work with me. 

So now, because we suddenly had no pressing reason to return home, no deadline date for Nia to start work, and I had a couple of weeks before I had to go away again on any assignments, we based ourselves in San Francisco for a few days, sightseeing properly, spending time with our new family, and bonding closer with Corey, Bethany and the kids

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Nia and I were pacing around the arrivals gate at Heathrow Terminal 3; Bethany's flight had touched down almost 40 minutes earlier, and Nia was getting impatient. I was trying to be reasonable; Heathrow in the summer is always a nightmare, it's the third busiest airport in the world, and it shows. The Arrivals lobby was heaving with people, and Nia resorted to standing on a seat to see if she could spot Corey anywhere, but so far no luck.

At last, she pointed, and I looked in the direction she indicated, seeing Corey's mop of black hair in among the crowd, so we waded toward them, Nia in my lee, holding onto my belt to avoid being swept away by the crowds. We finally caught them, Nia and Bethany hugging and sniffling at each other, and Cory and I exchanging handshakes. We'd left mum at home, waiting on tenterhooks, as we didn't think an airport was the place for a family reunion, so we headed down to the parking garage to load up and get back to South London.

The reunion was kind of what I expected; Bethany had been quiet, almost subdued on the drive back, but I noticed she had her hand tightly locked in Nia's, and Corey was stroking the back of her neck and whispering to her the entire time. When we arrived home, Nia took Bethany inside while Corey and I distracted the kids, unloaded the luggage and gave mum and Bethany a little time. 

When we finally went inside, mum and Bethany were having their own moment of non-verbal communication, and Nia was smiling and crying at the same time, holding on tight to dad as her mother and sister reunited. Mum saw the children, and that's when she lost it, and I must admit, I had a fairly sizeable lump in my throat while I watched her hold and kiss her grandchildren for the first time ever.

Eventually, mum noticed Corey and I, and beckoned us over. Corey introduced himself, and mum hugged him, then pulled my head down to kiss me.

"Thank you little boy!" she whispered, and patted my chest, "now all my children in one place; I have my daughters here, and I have my little boy, and new son as well, you have done well, my little boy, sister is very proud of you, I can hear her laughing; listen carefully, and so will you!"

The wedding, our proper wedding, went off perfectly. We were married in church in Streatham, South London, in a Church of England church so Nia could have the bells ringing for her wedding day. She looked absolutely stunning in her white dress and long veil, with a silver tiara dad and I had bought her, and a trailing bouquet of white and pink roses dotted with vivid sky-blue Forget-me-nots. Bethany was her Maid of Honour, and she, Julie and Shelagh all wore pale blue gowns, Nia's favourite colour. Ryan was Page Boy, although he nearly rebelled when he saw the outfit Nia had picked out for him, and only some fast footwork and a couple of twenties persuaded him to accept his fate. Little Jodie was our flower girl, in a white crinoline dress and carrying a basket of rose petals (I know, but it was Nia's idea, her wedding etc.)

Mark stood as my best man, and Corey and Shelagh's boyfriend acted as Ushers. It was the wedding Nia had always dreamed of, the day we'd looked forward to for so long now; Reno was to legalise our union, today was when we would really become man and wife, in our eyes, and in the eyes of our family and closest friends.

We made love that night as man and wife, the culmination of all those years of being so close, a lifetime growing-up together, and the final act in our quest to be together. When I took Nia home, she really was my wife, in my heart as well as in fact, no longer my girl, not my sister anymore, but my real, true wife, and she was everything I'd always wanted.

I helped her out of her wedding dress, almost drooling with anticipation. We'd stayed apart for the last week, Nia at mum's and me staying alone in the flat. She'd wanted our wedding night to be special, and now I was bursting with the need to make love to my beautiful wife. Wife! I still couldn't believe we'd finally gotten here. 

As I peeled her dress off her, I re-acquainted myself with every feature of her body; her full lips, her smooth porcelain neck and flawless skin, her small, beautiful coral-tipped breasts, her elegant narrow waist, and, as her dress slipped down to the ground, her perfect, pert buttocks and pussy accentuated by the tiny thong she was wearing. She was wearing her blue diamond bracelet and a pair of antique earrings, and a pendant from mum's jewellery box, so that she fulfilled the 'something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue' wedding maxim.

She stepped out of her dress and let me admire her for a few seconds, but she was also eager for this night, and she wasted no time helping me unbutton and pull off my shirt, undo my belt and take of my trousers to stand in just my shorts, my excitement plain to see. I led her to the bed, and urged her to climb on, and lay down next to her.

Nia pulled herself closer to me, sliding her hands down to my shorts and gauging my erection, grinning as I squeezed her lovely bum and dipped down to lick and nibble her perfect nipples.

She slid my shorts down as I hooked her wispy thong with my thumbs and slid it off, Nia responding by kissing me firmly, determinedly, making a production of it. My cock responded, hardening even further against her, and I slid my hand down to find her pussy wet and ready for me.

"No foreplay, please Polar Bear!" she whispered urgently, "I've had to wait for you all week, and now all day today, please, make love to me, just fuck me, Jamie!"

To hear is to obey, and I pulled her on top of me, wanting to see her above me, so I could hold and squeeze her beautiful tits, suck her nipples, and kiss her while I pumped her, but Nia had other ideas.

"No, Jamie, like this, please!" she whispered, sliding off me to lie next to me, beckoning me over to her. 

I moved between her thighs, Nia taking hold of my swollen cock and rubbing herself with the end, the moist heat from her soaking pussy delightful and very stimulating. She grinned at me as she continued to play with my cock, one of her favourite gambits before penetration, so I let her have her fun before I moved over her and began pressing forward.

Nia gasped as I slid into her, the feel of her tight hot pussy enfolding my cock almost indescribable. She began to move against me, the week of abstinence obviously making itself felt, and as I pumped, she pushed back against me, meeting me stroke for stroke. 

At first I was content to keep a steady pace; the feel of her was incredible, and I wanted to keep hold of that feeling for as long as possible. Gradually our mutual efforts gathered pace and we moved faster together, my cock hammering into her, and her pelvis meeting me at every stroke as she pumped and ground against me. At last I couldn't hold back any longer, and as I felt myself gathering inside, that unstoppable urgency rising, Nia's head lolled back as she groaned loudly, her pussy clenching down tightly on me as she orgasmed. As the waves of her orgasm pulsed through her, I came in a surging tide of ejaculation, stream after stream of spunk shooting into her and bathing her womb, more than I think I'd ever come in my life. 

At last, we slipped into the calm on the other side of our mutual orgasm, my ejaculation slowing to a trickle as I emptied out into my darling sister-wife, and Nia's orgasmic after-shocks slowing and finally dying away, and I slipped out of her and dropped down to lie next to her. Nia pulled herself up against me, hugging me. She leaned in and kissed me once, to get my attention, and grinned happily.

"OK Polar bear, I think we made a baby tonight!" she smiled, and I looked at her quizzically. She looked back with that cocked-eyebrow she does so well.

"Darling Jamie, I picked this date for a reason, for a very good reason. It's the right time in my cycle, and I stopped taking the pill a while ago, so hopefully we made our baby tonight. I hope so!" 

She was right. Four weeks later, I was woken at five in the morning by the sound of retching, the flush going, then Nia coming out of the en-suite wiping her mouth. In my muzzy state I asked her if she was alright, and she grinned happily.

"Polar Bear, I'm just fine for a girl in my condition!"

It took a second for what she was saying to sink-in, then I sat bolt upright as Nia climbed on the bed next to me and hugged me.

"I was right, Jamie, you shot and scored, pat yourself on the back, we're having a baby!" 

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Epilogue.

March 21st, 2011

Nia groaned and panted in the delivery room, holding tight to my hand as another contraction started.

"OK Nia, big push now, nearly there!" encouraged the midwife, "Yes, it's crowning, big breath ...and push, that's it Nia, Yes!" and the baby was, out, placed in the bassinet and the cord clamped and cut, and one of the nursing team intubated to clear the infant's lungs, allowing her to cry for the first time but there was no time to stop and admire the baby, Nia was having another contraction.

"That's it, Nia, breathe... breathe... breathe...now! Push, that's it push, bear down, Nia, steady pressure, steady, keep bearing down...and PUSH! That's it, that's it!"

The other little body slipped out and was deftly wiped and wrapped and placed on the bassinet to have the cord clamped, cut and taped and go through the intubation procedure. 

Nia lay back, exhausted, but held her arms out to hold her babies and the nurses put one in the crook of each arm. She looked ...radiant is the only word I have, absolutely glowing as she held her children for the first time.

Nia looked down at the two tiny little people in her arms.

"Hello Jamie, hello Laura!" she murmured, and that's when I took the picture that sits on our mantelpiece.

"Alright Jamie, you can go now, we have ...things to do, and you're in the way. She hasn't finished just yet, so let her get a little more presentable! There's a whole room of people out there who want to see her, go talk to them, we'll call you when we're done, go on, out you go!" prodded the midwife, shooing me out of the delivery room.

I wandered in a daze into the Family Room, and there was mum and dad, Julie, Mark, Shelagh, all the people who meant anything to us. Julie had little Markie with her, and Shelagh had a huge floppy rabbit for each of the babies.

"All went well, a boy and a girl!" I announced, and mum grinned like sunlight, and dad cried like a girl. Mum handed me my phone, and I called Bethany. 

"Bethany? Jamie. A boy and a girl!" I could hear the whoop of joy and then Corey picked up the phone. 

"Jamie, we're leaving right now, her flight's in two hours, she'll be with you tonight. Congratulations, man!"

I handed the phone back to dad as the midwife poked her head in and nodded, so I went back to the room, to find Julie and Shelagh already chucking and cuddling the two little people, MY little people!

Shelagh handed Laura to me, and pecked me on the cheek, then went to retrieve Markie from her father, because men are not really supposed to handle newborns in case they breathe beer on them, or infect them with bad habits or something. I pondered on the fact that Julie had given birth only two days earlier; that must have taken some nifty planning, I mused.

Mum came in, so I handed her granddaughter to her, and leaned over to kiss Nia.

"Bethany's on her way, she'll be here in the morning. How are you feeling? I asked, and she bit her lip and grinned as she kissed me back tenderly.

"Like someone just pulled a beach-ball out of my arse, Jamie, how do you think I feel? I love you more than anything in this world, but don't you ever touch me again!"